5 comments/ 96709 views/ 66 favorites From Terra Ch. 01 By: Goldeniangel Author's Note: This story has some overtones of Non-Consent, it involves oral and regular sex with a non-human. Enjoy! * * * * * Chryssa was not one of the weak girls who ran screaming when the Lickens came to her home planet Terra. She stood beside her brothers and her father, grabbing one of the swords and running into the fray; if she had been closer to the forest she would have run into there, but trying to run through the village away from the Lickens was to make herself an easy target. Out of the corner of her eye she could already see three Lickens converging in an alley, what looked like a human female leg kicking out from underneath them as they fell atop their victim. Screams and cries for help were heard throughout the village, ignored because everyone in the fighting ranks knew that their only hope was to stay close together and fight off the aliens until they left. Chryssa's youngest brother Jed was wounded, hit in the head and then pulled into the mob of Lickens, if he survived being passed through their ranks then he would be taken and sold at the gladiator rings of Marinka. She blinked back tears, knowing that she would never see him again, her anger and frustration adding to her fighting fury. Only the aristocracy ever left Terra and they never paid the ransom fee for someone not in their family. Everyone on Terra had heard the rumors that the aristocracy allowed the occasional Licken raids in return for galactic treats not normally available for humans. Looked upon as the lowest race, because of the many wars that caused them to desecrate their planet and population, humans were often at the mercy of the other aliens in the Galactic Circle. However, they were much prized for their fighting abilities and their sexuality... human females were considered exotica for alien males, and sometimes the human males just as much so. Lickens were among the most humanoid of aliens, but much larger, and possibly the most violent species outside of humans. They didn't mind killing, although they did prefer to capture being mercenary and recognizing the value of live slaves over dead bodies. Most other alien species abhorred killing, and so the Lickens were the obvious choice for the occasional raids on Terra. Suddenly, Chryssa realized that she was becoming separated from the rest of the fighters, the strange, large greenish bodies of Lickens were pressing into her on either side. Rallying, she tried to retreat, to step back into the gang of humans... but they outflanked her on the right and she cried out with anger as her sword shattered in her hands. Trying desperately to stab with the broken piece of metal, she felt the sting of an electric wand on the back of her neck and she fell. * * * * * Chryssa awoke, feeling uncomfortable on the hard surface that she was lying on. At least it wasn't cold, she'd been stripped completely naked - and looking down at herself she realized that all her body hair had been shaved off as well. Tears fell from her eyes as she touched the collar around her neck with her fingers... it was a slave collar, malleable and movable until she did something wrong, and then it would tighten down on her neck and choke her. To teach her. Like someone would teach a dog. Anger filled her heart and she screamed her fury, suddenly standing and pounding on the walls of her prison. There was no visible door, and the pain in her hands from the hard walls helped to clear her head. She exhausted herself, screaming and hitting at the walls, until she slumped in the corner and began to sob. Only then did a door appear, in the wall farthest from her, and it opened to the grinning face of a Licken. Chryssa moaned, trying to push herself back as the collar tightened down on her throat, just enough to constrict her intake of air without actually choking her. Enough to keep her from fighting back as it pressed a syringe to her arm and injected her with something, because she was too busy concentrating on breathing. She shuddered as a hot fire swept through her body, the slave collar loosening as the Licken smile, just watching her. Angered at its pleasure in her discomfort, Chryssa stood and lunged at the alien, meaning to knock it down, knock it aside, cause it some kind of pain.. Instead she found herself pressed against its much larger body, her hands pressed against its shoulders and its mouth pressed against hers. The hot bulge pressing against her groin as it gripped her ass told her that this Licken was not an "it", this Licken was very much a "him". She cried out angrily, kicking against him as he ground himself into her, but at the same time she felt a shuddering jolt of pleasure run through her body as he kneaded her ass with his large hand. His tongue pressed into her mouth, big, filling her entire mouth as she sobbed against him, caught between wanting to fight and wanting to spread her legs to him. Then she realized, the stuff he'd injected into her arm, it had been an aphrodisiac! Moaning against him, she tried to fight back harder as his fingers slipped from her ass to her already dripping pussy. The Licken made contented noises as he swirled his finger in her juices and then began to press his finger into her. Chryssa shrieked at the invasion, the first thing to ever enter her body in such a manner. It felt so awful and yet so wonderful at the same time. The Licken moved his mouth away from hers, letting her cries of protest and pleasure fill the room as he moved his lips to her erect nipple, biting down on the cherry bud as he twisted his finger inside of her. Chryssa moaned, wriggling in his grip as the assault on her body combined with the chemicals of the drug he'd given her began to take over her senses. She wasn't even sure she wanted to fight anymore. Slowly the Licken moved them down to the ground, inserting a second finger into her body as its mouth licked down her stomach with it strange, roundish tongue. Chryssa looked down the length of her to see his mouth covering her pussy, and then the fingers were gone and his stiff purple tongue was sliding up and down between her folds. She gasped, the sensation was amazing, intoxicating, and her hands pressed against the Licken's round hard head, although she was unsure of whether she was pushing him away or trying to pull him into her. Then his tongue slid inside of her and her hands convulsed, Chryssa cried out passionately as waves of pleasure swept over her, a fiery crest that she rode with cries of ecstasy. Her eyes closed, her surroundings forgotten, she screamed her pleasure to the four walls, shuddering with the wondrous release. A sudden sharp pain brought her back to her senses, and she opened her eyes to see the Licken above her, his manhood replacing his tongue at the juncture of her thighs. Groaning with the strange feeling of being opened up, Chryssa's back arched. The aphrodisiac was still coursing through her blood though, and it eased the pain of her defloration. She shuddered as his blunt head rubbed against her g-spot, nuzzling deep inside of her and making her tighten around him. The Licken returned to suckling on her breasts as he began to rut, his hips moving back and forth and pressing against her splayed thighs. Chryssa gasped and writhed as her body adjusted to the invasion, finding pleasure in the adjustment. She began to move against the Licken, her hips thrusting upwards, searching for that searing pleasure again. It was growing inside of her, she could feel it, a burning need, a fire that needed to be quenched. Her hands clutched at the rippling muscles on the alien's back as she gasped and writhed, the Licken pulled away from her breasts and pressed its tongue into her mouth again as her moans began to grow. The thick tongue invaded her mouth, but this time Chryssa didn't mind at all, she was too engrossed in her body's pleasure, the feel of hands sliding up and down her body, her legs, and the ever present movement inside of her. She shuddered and gasped, her body clenching and twisting beneath the Licken as she began the second climax of her life. The Licken grunted and plunged into her, rutting harder and harder, sending Chryssa on a screaming wheel of pleasure as her pussy was stretched over and over again. Her orgasm stretched and stretched until she thought she was going insane with the pleasure, exhausted she lay beneath the Licken, occasionally twitching or moaning as he continued to pleasure himself in her orifice. As orgasms hit her, she would cry out, writhe, her hands pushing against the Licken's broad chest, feeling that she couldn't take anymore... and he would just continue, hard and steady. Finally, just when she thought she might pass out from exhaustion and over-stimulation, the Licken made a grunting noise and rapid-fire thrust into her body five times... Chryssa screamed as he swelled inside her, feeling impossibly large... and then fluid gushed into her body, making her shake in a kind of echo of her previous orgasms. She could feel his member pulsing inside of her, filling her body with semen that would find no hold, and she shuddered as her pussy contracted around him. When the alien was done, he licked her throat and pulled out of her, leaving her spread eagle and dripping on the floor. Chryssa was so tired she just lay there as the door opened and another Licken came in. The two Lickens talked softly, their voices on the edge of her mind as she began to drift into slumber. She didn't know that they were talking about her future, or where she was to be sold. And as Chryssa slept, the ship changed course from the gladiator rings of Marinka to the pleasure planet of Lilith. From Terra Ch. 02 Author's Note: This story contains some exhibitionism/voyeurism and sex with a non-human. Enjoy! * * * * * * Chryssa stood nervously as the Matron of Exotica encircled her. Exotica was the highest-priced pleasure house on Lilith, although Chryssa didn't know that. She shivered as the strange woman touched her, lifting her heavy breasts and running her fingers into Chryssa's pussy. She squirmed a little, but immediately stopped moving as the slave collar tightened a bit, closing her eyes to try and hide her discomfort at having this alien woman's hands in her body. Matron was not a species at all familiar to Chryssa, she almost looked like the pictures that Chryssa had seen of walrus' on Terra, her flat grey wrinkled face, and her roundish body... she moved in a lumbering way that Chryssa found almost threatening. Matron turned and said something to the Licken's in their own tongue, her fingers still wriggling in Chryssa's pussy. They laughed and responded, and Matron's fingers left Chryssa's pussy and pushed against her anus, causing her to shriek and try and pull away, the slave collar was near to choking her before she'd be still. Apparently satisfied by Chryssa's reaction, Matron pulled away. "She is satisfactory, although she will need to be trained," Matron said, in Standard so that Chryssa could understand her. Chryssa wondered what training would entail. "Ah, but she's a natural," The Licken who had deflowered Chryssa said, his platinum teeth gleaming as he grinned wide. Matron sniffed, "We'll have my husband, Rivex, test her then, you can bargain with him afterwards." Walking to the doorway, she gave a strange barking call as the Licken who had deflowered Chryssa pressed the syringe to her arm. She shuddered as burning sensation of the aphrodisiac swept through her, her pussy beginning to wetten as a round male lumbered through the door. Despite the effects of the aphrodisiac on her body, Chryssa couldn't help but stare in disgust and dismay at this sight. As grey and wrinkled as Matron, Rivex had a long horny chin. As he stared at the naked human female, starting to grin, the horn-like chin began to rise and Chryssa realized that his chin was actually his male organ. She couldn't help but back away as he came forward. Matron barked a question at the Lickens who just laughed and pushed Chryssa forward and into Rivex's arms. Grinning, he pulled her chin down to open her mouth and pushed his shaft between her lips, staring directly in her tearing eyes as she was forced to accept the strange organ. His rough hands palmed her body, squeezing various portions of her flesh... to her shame the aphrodisiac was working quickly and this strange alien was causing the same wonderful sensations that the Licken had. She moaned around the shaft in her mouth as her nipples hardened beneath the rough palm of the alien, his other hand gripping her firm buttock. Then he pulled from her mouth and pushed her down to the floor, spreading her thighs with his hands. Chryssa watched in trepidation as he placed his shaft at her entrance way and began to push in... although it was located in what she found to be a strange place on his body, it felt just as good as it began to stretch open her pussy. Chryssa gasped and moaned, shuddering a little as she was filled up. Aware of the watching Matron and Lickens, Chryssa moaned and closed her eyes against her shame, writhing on the chin of this strange alien. She gasped as he pushed all the way into her and began licking at her clit as he thrust in and out. The licking of her clit while a shaft was pushing into her pussy was a completely new sensation, and her hands gripped the carpet beneath her as she writhed in abject pleasure. Not even knowing that others were watching hampered her experience, the sensations were absolutely exquisite. Her fingers digging into the floor, Chryssa writhed on the strange alien's cock, her thighs spread and quivering as she moaned and gasped, her body heaving up and down as it fucked her, tonguing her clit at the same time. Planting her feet, she lifted herself up a little bit, trying to get even better access, feeling the shaft go deeper inside of her. Pushing all the way, the alien took her clit in its mouth and sucked hard... Chryssa's body crashed to the floor as she screamed her ecstasy, shaking and convulsing in completely abandon as the pleasure crashed over her. She sobbed with the intensity of it, her clit engulfed by a sucking mouth and her pussy completely full. As her orgasm faded, Rivex turned her over on his cock, so that she was on all fours, her breasts shaking as he began to plunge in and out of her. She stiffened as his tongue licked her anus now instead of her clit, revolting... and yet it felt strangely good. The little nerve endings tingled as he lapped at her crinkled star, never ceasing the thrusting in and out of her sensitive channel. To her surprise, she could feel the fire beginning to kindle anew, touching even her ass this time as Rivex licked at it. She moaned, his shaft touching new places inside of her body with this new position, feeling strange and yet familiar as it rubbed against her walls. Chryssa put her head down on her forearms, her ass high in the air to continue receiving Rivex's attentions. From far away, she wondered what it looked like, this strange alien fucking her with its chin, his tongue pushing against her anus which she practically presented him. Slowly the mounting pleasure took over such thoughts, driving them from her mind. Her breasts shook with each thrust, they got harder and harder and Chryssa began to moan again, her voice getting louder as she neared climax. Rivex reached it first, and he plunged fully into her pussy, his member pulsing inside of her as his tongue thrust into the tight confines of her ass. Chryssa gasped at the slimy intrusion, both her holes tightening down as she began to orgasm, the strange sensations pushing her over the edge of her pleasure. She slumped, her ass presenting itself as Rivex pulled away, panting slightly. Thick globs of grey cum slid down her thighs as she quivered, unsure of whether or not to move. Rivex said something to the Lickens and they moved to the other room to bargain for Chryssa as Matron pulled the girl to her feet. "Let's get you washed up and I will show you your room." Matron stepped forward with confidence, completely sure that her newest slave girl would follow her. Tiredly, Chryssa trotted along after Matron, feeling the sticky fluid of Matron's husband sliding down her thighs. From Terra Ch. 03 Author's Note: This story includes MF Non-Human sex and some bondage. Enjoy! -------------------------------------- Chryssa curled up in her new bed, eyes wide as she looked around at her surroundings. Although she knew that she was being used as chattel, that she should be angered at the degradation of her body... she was also in the nicest room she'd ever seen in her life. The bed was soft and big, there were big windows that she could see out of - although they did not open. A large mirror at one end of the room. Her furnishings included a couch, some kind of padded bench and a large, plush armchair. She even had her own bathroom with a huge tub, equipped with water jets. If she had been less innocent, she would have recognized the sexual use of all her furnishings, but even for that they were very nice. * * * * * * The next morning she was awakened very early by Matron, the intimidating female lumbered around the room, pulling open the curtains. "Up, up," she snapped, "You have new customer already, time to get up." Chryssa gasped, a customer already? She felt completely unready for all these changes in her life, everything had been like a whirlwind around her... anger at this treatment boiled inside of her... but as long as the slave collar was enclosed around her neck there was nothing she could do. Matron came over and pulled Chryssa up by her arm, pushing her towards the bathing you, "Make yourself presentable, you have fifteen minutes." Stumbling into the room, Chryssa caught sight of herself in the mirror, hair tumbling around her face, lips parted, wide eyes framed by heavy lashes... she snarled at her reflection. She'd always known she was beautiful, but now that beauty had become almost a punishment, it was the reason she was in this situation. Still, in some ways life in a pleasure house had to be better than her other options... slaving away in a mine on some distant asteroid or being forced to fight in the Gladiator Rings... She supposed that in some way she ought to feel grateful. So far everything had felt good... although, she was very afraid that she was losing part of herself. It was like a devil's bargain... resistance would mean punishment and possibly being sent away to a worser fate... acceptance meant... "Hurry up!" Matron's strident voice interrupted her reflections. Hurriedly Chryssa splashed water onto her face and brushed her teeth, using the spray on cosmetics that were provided. Although she'd never had the money for them before, they were made to be idiot-proof and so she had no trouble. Looking at herself in the mirror, her black rimmed eyes and pouty red lips, she realized she looked extremely seductive. Exactly the way a whore in a pleasure house should look. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she bit her lip. "Come out here," Matron ordered. Chryssa hurried out of the bathroom to find Matron standing by her bed, ropes in her hands, "Come over here and lie on the bed." Extremely anxious now, Chryssa obeyed. Matron pulled Chryssa's wrist up towards the bedpost and started to wrap Bindu Chains around it... Chryssa whimpered in nervousness, "Why do I need to be tied up?" "It's what the customer likes," Matron replied, her voice completely indifferent to Chryssa's fate. Chryssa moaned as Matron tied her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, leaving her completely open and vulnerable. She quivered with fear, even as Matron pressed the syringe with an aphrodisiac to her arm. There was no chance of escape, Bindu Chains felt soft, but they left absolutely no room for movement, and once locked down only the antidote could dissolve them. Lastly, Matron popped a gag into Chryssa's mouth. The aphrodisiac coursed through her, arousing her even as she shook with trepidation... as Matron left the room her nipples were already hardening, and she could feel her pussy getting wet as the door opened again. She gasped when she saw the customer, understanding why he might prefer his females tied down... He was huge, at least 8 feet tall, and built like a rock with a round bald head and pointed teeth like a shark. Even with the aphrodisiac running through her system she might have run out of fear... especially when he pulled off his clothes and she saw his cock. It was long and pink and covered with bumps and seemed to move on its own, twisting back and forth and up and down in front of him. Obscene and frightening; Chryssa screamed against the gag, pulling against the Bindu Chains in spite of herself. The alien laughed and strode forward, rubbing his cock so that only the head was twitching around in different directions, Chryssa's body strained against her bonds as the alien knelt between her spread thighs. With rough hands he squeezed the flesh of her legs, kneading it as he worked his hands up her body and to her breasts. The aphrodisiac conflicted her as he rubbed her nipples, grinning at the confusion on her face. When he leaned forward she could feel his dick slapping against each of her thighs as it moved spasmadically and she groaned behind the gag, pulling on her arms to attempt to pull her lower body away from him. The alien ignored her movement and leaned forward to suck one pert nipple into his mouth. Chryssa gasped with fear as the tender bud brushed by his sharp teeth... they were closed enough to tingle against her skin but not enough to actually hurt... still the idea that his jaws might close down around her skin filled her with terror. Something rubbed against her pussy and she twitched, making her nipple brush against the jagged teeth and she immediately stopped moving as he began to push a very large digit into her pussy. Chryssa moaned, her inner walls spasming around the alien's body part, she felt relief that it was not his cock but she was still frightened and disgusted, despite her body's heavy arousal. The alien pulled away from her nipple and moved his frightening mouth to her pussy, removing his digit from her body. Chryssa gasped as his heavy, textured tongue swiped a line up her pussy... it felt amazing. She moaned, writhing as his flexible tongue twisted and licked all around her pussy, and then screamed into the gag with pleasure as it actually began to push up into her. The long, heavy tongue flicked her insides, rubbing her pussy walls, and she closed her eyes and just gave into the sensations. Her body pulled against the bonds now, but not because she was trying to get away, but because she wanted to pull the alien's head further into her. The tongue was fucking her like a cock would, only much more flexible, and it felt amazing... the thought occurred to her that perhaps this is what that huge moving penis would feel like... and suddenly it was not nearly so repulsive. That was her last coherent thought before her orgasm swept over her, making her jerk against the Bindu chains as she thrashed in ecstasy, heady pleasure tingling along every nerve of her body. The tongue inside of her withdrew and the alien's strange moving cock pushed against her pussy. It took him a couple of tries, because she was so tight and because his cock was so excited and moving so much... And then it was pushing into her, twitching and lashing against her pussy walls. Chryssa was both uncomfortable and elated... the cock was huge and the little bumps all along its surface rubbed against the inside of her pussy in the most fantastic way... but she felt so stretched. Not to mention that the way his dick moved inside her felt both good and disturbing... The alien groaned, speaking in a strange language that fell on her ears like a waterfall as he pushed all the way into her tightness. She gasped, shuddering as he pushed home, that strange moving cock filling up her entire pussy and jerking around inside of her. The alien did not thrust, it just remained pushed all the way inside of her... all of the fucking was going on inside Chryssa's body. She shuddered as the dick bunched up and pistoned forward, all on its own, pushing against the walls of her pussy and burying itself inside of her. It searched around, almost with a mind of its own as her pussy gripped and convulsed around it. Every time it bunched up, before it would push forward deep inside her, she would groan because it accumulated a lot of girth at the entrance to her pussy... and then would stab deep inside of her, making her shake and jerk at the unexpected movement. There was no rhythm, nothing for her to follow... nothing but the movement inside of her, like a writhing thick tentacle that found a way to touch every part of her insides. And it felt amazing. Chryssa had no idea how long they lay like that, the alien on top of her with his eyes closed, completely still as his penis moved wildly inside her body. She just knew that her orgasm kept building and building, yet it was so hard for her to get off without the familiar thrusting motion... her body strained as she broke out into a sweat, desperate for a climax, and the cock jerked inside of her. The alien grunted and pushed upwards, shoving himself just that tiny amount deeper, and as he did so his body rubbed against her pussy lips and clit. That was all the stimulation Chryssa needed to push her over the edge, and she screamed triumph behind the gag, her body shaking and her pussy spasming, gripping the cock inside of her. It fought the tensions of her body, trying to keep up her movement as her pussy bore down on it more and more, her orgasm making her muscles ripple but also clench. And then the cock vibrated frantically inside of her, spilling alien seed into her pussy as the alien made a strange whining noise on top of her. It's cock was sticking straight into her body and shaking with tiny movements, almost as though it was a very large vibrator, and Chryssa twisted with renewed passion as another orgasm shook her being. The alien groaned and rested on top of her, very heavy but she was still able to breathe. Not that she'd have been able to pull away anyway. Inside of her the cock lay dormant, but still thick and long; it didn't lose any of its size, just its movement. She panted as they lay like that, feeling dizzy from the strange sex and her fantastic orgasms... And then she felt it... movement inside of her. The alien made a strange, low rumbling noise as the cock inside her started to twitch to life again... and Chryssa moaned, her pussy trembling... it looked like she was in for a very long first day at the Pleasure House Exotica. From Terra Ch. 04 Author's Note: I first started writing this series in 2006. Now, eight years later, the fans who read my blog voted that this be one of the series that I try to finish this year. It's a challenge and definitely a wonderful one. I'm going to do my best to keep the transition seamless, but I have a feeling that the Chryssa who exists in my head now is a little different than the Chryssa who existed in my head eight years ago. But I hope that you all enjoy anyway. It's very odd to be picking up a series after so long, but I hope to do it justice! ****** Chryssa was rudely awoken by a hand shaking her shoulder. She moaned as she rolled onto her back, her body aching in places that she hadn't known existed. The alien that had taken her the night before had battered the inside of her pussy with his wriggling cock and she'd had so many orgasms that everything that wasn't sore felt overly sensitive. "Up, up," said Matron rudely, throwing the covers off of her and exposing her body to the sunlight. "I don't have much time to waste with you, the house will be open for the night soon and I need to get you to Tralek before that." Blinking sleep away from her eyes and she tried to decipher Matron's words, Chryssa pushed herself into a sitting position as Matron rumbled away, her round gray body lurching over to the large tube, Chryssa stretched and tried to work out some of the kinks in her muscles. Completely naked, she inspected her body, but despite the alien's fearsome appearance, he hadn't left any marks. Only her wrists and ankles were a bit reddened, mostly from all the tugging she'd done while she'd been writhing with pleasure. "Come here, get in," said Matron, seating herself on the floor with her feet dangling into the water, her skirts hiked up to her knees. Her legs looked kind of like an elephant's, thick and stubby. Steam rose up off of the water, looking extremely inviting. Not bothering to shield her body from Matron's eyes, knowing it would be pointless anyway, Chryssa forced herself from the comfortable bed and over to the tub. The water was hot to the point of almost being painful, but it felt wonderful on her sore muscles. Matron had Chryssa sit in front of her so that she could wash her short blonde hair. "We will need to grow this out," Matron said, clucking her tongue as her thick fingers worked a lather through the strands. Chryssa just closed her eyes and enjoyed the scalp massage and jets of hot water against her body, trying tune out Matron's words, although it was nearly impossible since there was no other noise except the bubbling of the water around her. "Your customer this morning, Hrrak, was very pleased with you. But you will still not get another customer until you've been more fully trained. The more you earn, the better your lodgings will be. Perhaps one day you will have earned enough to buy yourself out, if you choose... although I've never had a girl choose that before." That last was said with a bit of pride. "Hrrak was part of your training... you might as well make the best of your situation because you do not have a choice. And I hope, after Hrrak, you will be less frightened by some of the other clientele. House Exotica caters to all species, although Hrrak is among the most fearsome of my customers." Well that was good to know. Those sharp pointed teeth had been quite frightening. Still, Chryssa didn't like the sound of being trained... or being a whore. On the other hand, she was already in a much better living situation than she had been on earth, and it sounded like her best chance of leaving the house, with money and without being hunted, was to buy herself out of slavery. Stories had trickled to Terra about the awesome technology of other civilizations and the strange cultures out among the galaxies... the humans on Terra tended to be extremely isolationist, so many of the stories had conflicted with each other. Chryssa wished she'd paid a bit more attention to those conflicting stories, maybe she'd have a better idea of what to do. "Up," Matron said, before unceremoniously dragging Chryssa out of the warm embrace of the water and putting the young woman over her knee. Chryssa squealed as Matron's thick finger prodded her anus. She truly didn't understand what the alien's fascination was with that particular hole - just about every single one of them had either touched or penetrated it - but she did not appreciate their attention to it! Squirming, she tried to wriggle off of Matron's lap as the thick digit pushed in, making her tiny hole spasm in protest. The sharp burn of penetration faded almost immediately but that didn't stop Chryssa from fighting back. "Hold still," Matron said sternly. Her thick skin was completely unaffected by Chryssa's nails as they dragged up her leg, making the young woman despair. How could she fight when Matron didn't even feel her struggles? "OW!" Chryssa shrieked as Matron removed her finger from Chryssa's anus, and the alien's broad, flat hand came down hard on the upturned curve of Chryssa's buttock. It hurt like fire blazing across her skin, and - though she didn't know it - the water from her bath only increased the effect. "Stop that!" Slaps rained down on her bottom as she started to kick and struggle even more, one of Matron's hands holding her firmly in place while the other smacked her cheeks pink. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The sound of flesh impacting flesh echoed around the room, accompanied by Chryssa's shrieks, threats and, eventually, pleas. Water sloshed and churned as her legs kicked, until she finally ran out of rebellion and slumped over Matron's lap, still kicking a bit, while sobbing her apologies. "That's better," Matron said harshly when she was finishing spanking Chryssa. Her finger pushed at the entrance of Chryssa's anus again, this time sliding in a bit easier. "I won't have any more nonsense out of you. You should have learned yesterday, you don't have any control here and I won't hesitate to turn your ass bright red whenever it's necessary to keep you in line. There's plenty of good things about working at House Exotica. You will be cared for, fed, housed, and cleaned, you will never need to worry about your survival, and there will be plenty of pleasure for you in this line of work." The fat finger probed deeper, making Chryssa shudder at the burning intrusion, working itself back and forth and loosening up the tight muscle. Why were these aliens so interested in that particular part of her? On Terra she knew what parts a man and a woman needed for copulation and breeding, but the aliens seemed more intent on pleasure than anything else... still, this wasn't pleasurable! At least not for her. It burned and hurt and felt incredibly strange, not to mention wrong. But the spanking hurt even more and she didn't want Matron to add to the red burn across her buttocks, so she grit her teeth and bore the degrading intrusion. "Good girl," Matron said, although her tone had more warning than praise in it. As if she was reminding Chryssa that she'd BETTER be a good girl... or else. "Now I'm going to put a plug in this little hole of yours and you'd better keep it in there. If you need to go to the bathroom, you may ask myself or your Trainer or my husband to take it out for you." Remembering how much Matron's husband had enjoyed licking this particular part of her, Chryssa shuddered. She certainly would NOT be inviting him anywhere near the tender, private parts of her body again! "If you remove it yourself, the spanking you just received will feel like a distant dream." Sniffling a bit, Chryssa wriggled and whimpered as a fat, cool, lubricated plug was pushed steadily into her anus. The tip of it was quite thin, but the fattest part was a bit thicker than Matron's finger and Chryssa's tight hole protested as it was stretched. She squirmed, trying to escape the burn, but then the plug pushed in and she gasped as her anus snapped shut around the little indent between the fat plug and the base. Although she couldn't see it, the base was a circular, flat protrusion between her cheeks, sparkling with a little red gem. House Exotica prided itself of tantalizing all of its customers' senses, including titillating them with exciting sights such as a sparkling gem winking between a human woman's buttocks. "Good, now up." Matron said, pushing Chryssa upwards. The plug in her bottom seemed to twist, making Chryssa squirm uncomfortably as she stood upright. Even though the plug wasn't very big in truth, it was certainly the largest object that Chryssa had ever had inserted into that virginal space and the fact that it was to remain lodged in there made her acutely uncomfortable. It already felt like she had to go to the bathroom, even though she knew that she actually didn't. Getting up out of the tub was awkward as the plug jostled and moved inside of her. She squeezed her anus tightly, worried that it would slip from her body and give Matron cause to spank her again. "Come here," Matron said sharply, already over by Chryssa's closet, rummaging through the silks and gauzy dresses that were in it. "Stop dawdling unless you want to find yourself over my knee again." Taking small, mincing steps, trying to reduce the strange sensations that the plug induced, Chryssa hurried over to Matron, who had pulled out what looked more like two silky sheets than anything else. "Is this it?" she asked worriedly, as Matron used gold clips to secure it over her shoulders and then tied a belt around it. The fabric draped provocatively over her bosom, and without the belt the slits up the side would have shown off every inch of her from the sides whenever she moved. As it was, it was still going to show quite a lot. Matron snorted. "No need for modesty here girl, you'll learn. Now come on and stop dawdling." This last command was accompanied by a heft smack to Chryssa's rear. The thin fabric of her make-shift dress did nothing to soften the blow to her already red bottom, and Chryssa yelped as she jumped forward. Rumbling on ahead of her, Matron didn't even turn around to see if Chryssa was following. Of course she did, rubbing her bottom and looking about curiously. This was the first time she was able to see most of the house, which was beautifully decorated. In the distance she could hear the sound of feminine giggles, along with the low rumble of male voices. There was no telling where the sounds were coming from, but she took heart from the fact that she certainly didn't hear anything that sounded bad. Already she could tell that her life was going to be much better than it had been on Terra when it came to material things. The fabric draping her body was of a material she'd never seen before, it seemed to caress her skin as she walked and she couldn't help but get a sensual thrill as it slid across her nipples and shushed through her legs. The house was decorated in all sorts of bright colors and fabrics, the floor coverings were thick and lush, and explained why Matron had seen no need to give her footwear. They passed many closed doors, went down two staircases, and finally Matron ushered her into a rather sparse looking room. This was obviously not a room that clients would see; the floor covering was still soft but not brightly colored or as luxuriant as the other halls and rooms, there was only minimal furniture - a bench and a table - and the walls were lined with cabinets rather than being decorated or draped with silk. Sitting on the bench was a hulking mass of a male, completely bare-chested, with long wavy blonde hair that went down to his shoulders, he was studying something on the table in front of him. "Tralik! Here she is," Matron said, pushing Chryssa into the room. "I have to go see the other girls. Start her on oral, as far as we can tell she was a complete innocent before the Lickens picked her up." And with that, Matron was out the door, shutting it behind her and trapping Chryssa in the room with the male. As he stood up, she gasped in disbelief. "You're human!" she said, her tone accusatory. Tralik laughed, closing the folder of whatever he'd been looking at and walking around the table to look her over. Heat bloomed in her cheeks as his lazy blue gaze took in her scanty attire, and she looked down to realize that her nipples had been so stimulated by the brushings of the fabric that they were standing rigid at attention. Immediately she crossed her arms over her chest, hiding them from him. His laughter stopped immediately and he strode forward. At least half a foot taller than her, more heavily muscled than any male she'd seen on Terra, he was very good looking and more than a little threatening. Chryssa squeaked and backed up rapidly, all too aware that she didn't have any weapons to hand and that a man this size would have no trouble subduing her unless she had something to even the odds. The wall came too soon and she pressed herself against it, keeping her eyes on him as she tried to calculate her odds of getting the door open before he could grab her. No chance at all, really. Tralik took one look at her terrified face and snorted. "Relax, girl, I'm not going to mark up the goods." She should be bristling at the implication that she was 'goods,' but she was too relieved by the rough reassurance. While she wasn't afraid to fight, she didn't like the odds of her current situation. Plucking her wrists from her body, Tralik forced them away from her chest. "Don't ever cover yourself. Unless you're doing it to be teasing or seductive. Otherwise, anyone can see what they want and touch what they want as long as they pay for it." As if to emphasize this point, he took a breast in each one of his big hands, squeezing the soft flesh gently. Chryssa shuddered but kept her hands at her side. She looked up at him, right into his hard blue eyes. "So what are you going to pay me for this?" Tralik laughed. "You'll do, little girl." He pinched her nipples, making her gasp, before he released her breasts. The tender little buds throbbed and she resisted the urge to rub them. Something itchy flared between her legs, something needy. "I'm your Trainer, I don't have to pay to do anything to you, I get paid to do it. Now come over here and stop cowering against the wall." He turned and walked back towards the bench. "I wasn't cowering," she muttered. "Yes you were," he said callously, obviously uncaring about her pride. Settling his muscled body down on the bench, he leaned back against the table. Chryssa's eyes immediately went to the prodigious bulge at the front of his trousers, which were laced up with some kind of cord. Seeing where she was looking, he smirked. "Don't worry, you're about to get very acquainted with this particular piece of equipment." Chryssa glared at him again. "How can you be doing this? Shouldn't you be helping me escape? How can you have betrayed your fellow humans like this?" "Oh get over yourself," Tralik said, unconcerned by the vitriol in her voice. He waved one arm expansively. "You've had enough time to look around. Ever seen anything like this on Terra? If you say yes, you're a liar. Nothing like this exists on Terra. Humans are too busy fighting over wealth and treasures to actually enjoy any of it. We're barbarians compared to the rest of the galaxies. You've been plucked up from a pretty shitty life, scrounging for your survival, and set down in House Exotica, one of the best of the pleasure houses in existence. Your every need will be taken care of. So you'll have to do an honest day's work in return for that, so what?" "So what? I didn't get a choice! I don't have any freedom! And what they want me to do is... is... SHAMEFUL!" "You have complete freedom of the house. Once you're trusted more, you'll be able to walk around the streets wherever you want to go. You're free to eat whatever you want, entertain yourself however you want... you have the time and the freedom to learn anything you want. Something you wouldn't have had on Terra. And you're actually free to escape on your own at just about any time too, they don't exactly guard the girls very heavily, because they want females eager for pleasure. As for choice, you could have ended up in the gladiator rings, fighting for your freedom, instead of earning it in a much safer environs. But you're a natural at pleasure, you've liked everything that's been done to you, which is why you ended up here." Chryssa crossed her arms over her breasts, then shifted them slightly lower as Tralik gave her covered bosom as significant look. It grated on her that she did so, but at the same time she didn't want to get into a stupid argument about covering her breasts when he was imparting so much useful information. Her brain was already churning with the truth of some of what he'd said. And especially with the revelation that she would have a fair amount of freedom. But some of what he said was pissing her off too. "I was drugged, you moron," she sneered at him. "Every time. Like I said, I had no choice." This time Tralik really laughed, and Chryssa glared even harder. Which just made him laugh harder. "You didn't know... you really didn't know... Ahh, little girl," he said with a grin. She was getting really tired of being called that. "That drug only works if there's something there to work with. If you hadn't been aroused at all, it wouldn't have done anything more than numb you. But you didn't just get wet, you got more aroused and were more enthusiastic than any other female House Exotica has ever procured. You may not have knowingly chosen, but your body chose for you." Heat flushed through Chryssa's body as Tralik grinned triumphantly at her, obviously highly amused. "That's not true." "Ask around. All the girls here watched the video of you with the Licken, they were all jealous. None of them had that good an intake experience - and they've all stayed on and are enjoying themselves greatly." He arched an eyebrow at her. "And don't say that it's shameful. It's an asset. There's nothing shameful about sex or pleasure. No matter what the leaders on Terra said. They're all a bunch of hypocrites anyway." That was definitely true. Chryssa knew that more than one of the leaders had indulged himself outside of his marriage. Even as they all preached about morals and the suspect morality of women. It had never seemed fair to her, but it also hadn't affected her because she hadn't been all that interested in any of the men in her village. The only male she'd cared about at all had been her brother. "Now come here, you're going to learn how to suck cock." The crude words jolted her out of her thoughts and she narrowed her eyes at Tralik. "Why?" "Because it's enjoyable. You've already had your pussy licked. And you liked it. So you're going to learn how to suck cock, because males like it. Now come over here. If I have to come after you, I'll spank your ass before putting you on your knees." As Tralik waited, patiently although with a bored expression on his face, Chryssa's thoughts flew. A lot of what he had said was true. She'd been amazed at the sumptuous luxury of the house. And she had to admit, she liked that part. So far the other things hadn't been so bad, although the plug in her bottom was still a bit uncomfortable. The thought that the drug hadn't been as responsible for her reactions as she'd thought was what really got under her skin. Still. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to try out what was being offered. She wasn't sure she believed Tralik that escape would be easy, but then again, she didn't know what she would do once she escaped. Stuck on a completely unknown planet, with unknown streets, no allies, no money and nothing worth trading except her body... she could end up in a much worse situation. At heart, Chryssa was a pragmatist. So until she learned more about House Exotica and the planet it was on, she would play along with what they wanted from her. From Terra Ch. 04 Besides, she had to admit to a certain amount of curiosity. For all that she'd now had sex several times, males' bodies were still unfamiliar to her. And she'd already learned that alien bodies came in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Now she was going to have the opportunity to study a human male up close. So why not take advantage of it? Tralik's smile turned smug as she lowered her arms and began to walk slowly towards him. It made her want to kick his shin. If she'd really thought she could get away with it, she would have. "On your knees," he said, spreading his thighs and pointing to a spot on the floor just in front of him and between his legs. Even though Chryssa didn't particularly like him and wasn't particularly attracted to him, she couldn't help but feel a strange shiver of feminine awareness as she knelt down. After all, this was the first time in her life that she'd approached a man for sexual activity under her own willpower. She was suddenly aware of her body in a way that she hadn't been before. The plug in her bottom shifted as she knelt, her bottom cheeks opening so that she had to clench around it as it felt like it might slide out, which also caused her pussy to clench. The silky material of her outfit slid against her hard nipples, which were still throbbing a bit from when Tralik had pinched them. And she felt vulnerable in a way that she hadn't before; he seemed much larger and much more intimidating now. But the look in his eyes had changed to something hot and hungry, which sent a shiver right down her spine. It was unnerving to realize that she was becoming aroused. Maybe he hadn't lied about the drug. For a moment, shame washed through her again - but wasn't it better that she at least enjoy what she had to do to survive? Maybe the village leaders wouldn't have seen it that way, but they weren't here. "Undo my laces," Tralik said, his arms spread out casually along the table he was leaning on, so that the closest thing to her was his straining bulge. Despite her curiosity, Chryssa felt another small spark of rebellion at his continuous orders. "Why can't you do it?" she asked, scowling up at him. "Because I want to watch you do it. And unlace them slowly. Part of your job is building the client's anticipation, seducing him." "But if he's already paid, why do I need to seduce him?" she asked, somewhat exasperated. Her first client, Hrrak, certainly hadn't needed anything like this. She was starting to think she preferred just being tied up and letting someone have their way with her! Much less embarrassing than having to be party to the act. "That's part of what he's paying for. You want repeat clientele, which means making your clients feel something more than just pleasure. House Exotica isn't just about sexual release, it's about the build-up, the enjoyment... something you can't get just anywhere." Chryssa made a face, because Tralik was making too much sense again for her comfort. And she didn't want him to. Hopefully he couldn't see the tremor in her hands as she reached up and began to undo his laces. The sight of her hands, looking so small against his body, as she did so made her even more uncomfortable. Although she didn't look up at him, she could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move as she freed his manhood. It was very big, and looked a lot like the Lickens' had, except human flesh colored. Nothing at all like Hrrak's wiggling appendage. The fat crown was like a big plum, with the long rigid shaft holding it aloft. It was the first male organ she'd seen this close and she was rather fascinated by the spongy texture of the head, the little slit that looked wet and had a pearly drop of liquid inside of it, and the way it bobbed and twitched in front of her on its long stalk. She giggled and Tralik rolled his eyes, not at all affronted but not amused either. "Take my cock in your hands, wrap your fingers all the way around it... good..." Tralik's hands came down around hers, showing her how tightly to grip. Much tighter than she would have done on her own. Where she had loosely encircled his cock with her fingers, his own grip made her squeeze him tightly and he let out a sigh of pleasure. The expression on his face was nearly as interesting as the cock in her hands. There was a strange kind of power in holding a man's genitals, even though she was on her knees. She could hurt him or pleasure him - or both. Although Tralik was bigger and stronger than her, he wanted what she could give him. It was fascinating. "Good... now move your hands, like this..." As Tralik moved her hands for her, showing her how to slide them up and down his shaft, Chryssa felt the hot rod pulse against her palms. He was breathing faster and when he looked at her, the hunger in his eyes had increased tenfold. Unthinkingly, Chryssa licked her lips and Tralik smiled. "Good. Lick your lips as often as you want, like you're hungry. Your clients will want to see that you're enjoying this too." To her surprise, she kind of was. In a voyeuristic way. And also because of her curiosity. When Tralik let go of her hands, she kept up the pumping action, but she also began to play. Slowing her motions and then speeding them up, watching him for his reactions. Tralik spread his arms out on the table again, leaning back and letting her experiment. When she released his shaft with one hand, to touch the soft sack hanging beneath them, he sighed with pleasure. "Good, but be much gentler with my balls. You can roll them between your fingers and tug on them a bit. Some males will like things rougher there, you'll have to watch their reactions to see how they like to be touched. Every client will be different." The head of his cock was openly weeping fluid now, although so far Chryssa had avoided touching the large mushroom. She was too busy enjoying the soft, silky skin of his shaft, the interesting bumps and ridges just beneath the skin, and the squishy yet somewhat firm balls hidden away in his sack of flesh. And, also, she wasn't sure how she felt about the fluid. It didn't smell like anything really, although Tralik had a musty, masculine scent, but it didn't look like water or any liquid she was familiar with. She had a slight urge to stick out her tongue and taste it, but it was also an urge that was easily ignored. Seeing the trepidation on her face, Tralik gave her a few more moments to play, to see if she would go further on her own. When she didn't, his cock bobbed in her hand and she gasped as it seemed to angle towards her face. "The tip is the most sensitive part on almost every kind of male," he told her. "You can stroke my shaft all day long, but if you don't touch the tip at all most males probably won't orgasm. And I definitely won't - I'll just sit here and enjoy watching you stroke my dick." Making a face, which Tralik didn't chide her for since he knew that she was new to all of this, Chryssa let her hand glide up and squeeze where the shaft joined the head. Moaning, Tralik let his head fall back. As a Trainer, it was his job to be very vocal and very open about exactly what she was making him feel. Somewhat emboldened, Chryssa released his balls and the fingers of that hand stroked over the spongy head, avoiding the fluid that was coming from the little slit. Tralik moaned again, his hips thrusting forward as she squeezed the tip slightly. When she finally ran her fingers through the fluid, spreading it over his tip, Tralik moaned again, rolling his hips as his cock jerked. The fluid wasn't sticky exactly, but it clung to her fingertips and to his skin. She leaned in slightly, curious about it, her strokes on his shaft slowing as she watched more of it push out of the little slit. "That's my pre-cum," Tralik said, his voice hazy with pleasure. He'd brought his head back up and was watching her again. "It means that you're doing well." "Does this happen with all males?" she asked, not sure how she felt about it. It was a little gross. "No. Mostly just Lickens and humans. I've been told theirs is sweeter," Tralik said, grinning. Chryssa made a face and he laughed at her again. "You'll get used to it, little girl. Go ahead and taste it. I want you to start licking my cock all over. Did you ever have an icicle?" He referenced the flavored ice treat that Terrans sometimes had in the winter. Chryssa nodded. "Good, treat my cock just like that." Making another face, Chryssa tentatively leaned forward and swiped her tongue over the fluid. Salt and bitterness and something heavily musky that wasn't like anything she'd ever tasted before, exploded on her tongue. "I don't like it." "I don't care," Tralik said, sounding amused. "Lick." For a long moment they glared at each other. It was like glaring at a brick wall; his expression didn't change one iota, in fact he looked more amused than anything else. For all his talk about her choices, she didn't really have one did she? Well, she supposed she did. She could try to get away, but he would easily overpower her. Before she even got up off of her knees, it would be easy for him to push her back down and force his cock into her mouth. Or she could cooperate, learn something, and search for that strange power over him again. Chryssa leaned forward and licked. Deliberately avoiding the head of his cock, she gripped his shaft in her hand to push it away from her face and she licked his balls. "Good enough... keep that up," Tralik said, with another sigh of pleasure as he leaned back. The impressive muscles in his body relaxed again. He moaned as she lapped at his balls and the root of his shaft, exploring him with her tongue now. Skin tasted like... well it tasted like the heavy, musky flavor that she hadn't been able to define. Just a bit salty. But not nearly as salty or as bitter as Tralik's pre-cum. If the Lickens were sweeter, that sounded preferable. Strange to think that another species might be preferable over her own. But for all that Tralik's cock interested her, she didn't like the Trainer himself very much. Licking her way up the shaft, she watched his reactions. It was obvious that his shaft wasn't nearly as sensitive as his balls or the mushroom head of his cock, but he was more sensitive around the base, and there was a soft line from root to tip on the underside of his cock that gave way slightly under the pressure of her tongue and he seemed to like that too. But he really did have the most reaction to her tongue licking the crown. She maneuvered her mouth all the way around the tip, lashing the bulging underside, before exploring the spongy top. Watching the big man moan and shudder as she licked him made her feel powerful, even as her jaw and knees began to ache. With her hands wrapped around his shaft, she went to work on the crown, ignoring the taste of his pre-cum in order to daringly slide her tongue into the little slit. That definitely got a reaction. Tralik gasped, his hips lifting, as both of his hands came down onto her head. "That's enough teasing," he growled, gripping her hair as he stared down at her. "Open up and take me into your mouth. Use your lips to help cover your teeth and don't you dare bite down unless you want to get your ass spanked." Ooooo, so he was vulnerable? Interesting that he should be using her for his pleasure, but doing so would put him in such a vulnerable position. Still, Chryssa stored the knowledge away for later use. Right now she was kind of enjoying herself, so she was willing enough to let his tutelage continue. If she'd known men could be this much fun, maybe she'd have been more willing to go off with one of the men from her village back home. But no one had told her how very entertaining men could be during such activities. And, from her experience prior to Tralik, she certainly hadn't felt this way. Probably because she'd been being used, not an active participant. Maybe that's what made all the difference. Opening her lips, Chryssa allowed him to push her head down onto his cock. The bitter, salty, musky taste had already filled her mouth while she'd been licking him, now it seemed even heavier on her tongue, the flavor intensifying as he immediately pushed deep. The thick girth made her jaw hurt even more; she wasn't used to this much exertion with her mouth. As he pushed in, she automatically gagged, choking. She still had one hand on his cock and she used that to help push herself back up. Tralik chuckled. "That's it, up and down little girl. You'll get used to it." The blunt head pushed back deep and hit the back of her throat, making her gargle around his cock as he moaned with pleasure. Chryssa automatically started to sink her teeth in, trying to protect herself. Almost immediately she was yanked upwards and she found herself over his thighs. His cock pressed into her belly from the side, wet from her saliva, as he flipped up the fabric draped over her bottom. "I was going to throw up!" she protested, struggling to get up. Tralik held her so easily it was almost insulting, as his hand came down on her bottom. Just as hard as Matron's had, although since her skin was dry it actually stung a little bit less, but her bottom clenched painfully around the plug inside of it and her skin was already sensitive from the spanking she'd gotten from Matron. Shrieking, Chryssa kicked her legs, to no avail as- SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "I warned you about your teeth." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Howling, Chryssa struggled and squirmed on his lap, feeling his cock jerk against her with every slap of his hand against her stinging rear. Her bottom burned like fury, although even more infuriating was how helpless she was against him. Tears, more of humiliation than pain, filled her eyes as she tried to blink them away. Once the spanking stopped, Tralik still held her in place over his lap, his big hand rubbing her bottom in a soothing manner. It made her skin feel like little sparks were trickling over it, but at the same time, it kindled a warmth deep in her belly. One that she didn't entirely appreciate. "You weren't about to throw up. Trust me. I have no interest in being vomited on, but you ARE going to have to learn how to deal with your gag reflex. That's part of what your training will be. That and learning how to be good at sucking cock. You had a good beginning, now if you behave then I can teach you a lot more." Tralik's hand rubbed and rubbed throughout his speech, before tapping against her butt plug which made her clench her jaw in reaction. Then his fingers slid down and into the soft folds of her pussy, finding a hint of wetness and spreading it around. It felt ridiculously good. Shame and need flushed through her. "Now if you do a good job with the rest of your lesson, I'll make you feel good at the end of it. But you only have a half an hour more to make me cum before it's time for your meal with Matron." Chryssa found herself back on her knees, with a roasted bottom, more shamefully aroused than before. The little reprieve for her jaw had helped a bit though, as she took his cock back into his mouth. The urge to bite down again was strong, but she had no desire to go back over his lap for another spanking. And she didn't doubt that he could really hurt her if he wanted to. This time she was more careful, although her teeth did graze him a few times as she bobbed her head up and down, paying attention to his reactions. But he didn't seem to mind a few grazes, as long as she didn't try to sink them in. Under his instruction she did her best to move her tongue along his shaft as she sucked on him, and to take more of him into her mouth. When he put his hands on her head again, pressing down, she did her best not to fight it. Her stomach seemed to spasm, her gag reflex making her nauseous as the blunt head pressed against it, but before it could become overwhelming, Tralik drew back, thrusting more shallowly. Relieved, Chryssa sucked hard, swallowing the saliva that had pooled in her mouth, using her tongue on his shaft, hoping that would keep him from wanting to try and shove his cock down her throat again. His fingers massaged her scalp, which felt surprisingly good, and as he eased forward again, she found that it was easier to take him a little deeper before she gagged again. The more she relaxed, the easier it became, although she still ended up gagging again eventually. Unfortunately, the longer it took, the more sore her jaw became as well, and she could tell from his reactions that she wasn't doing as good a job as her efforts became more painful. Releasing her head, Tralik reached down and unclipped the clasps on her shoulders. No longer held together, the two pieces of cloth dropped down, hanging over her belt, so that her breasts were completely exposed to him. "You're out of time, little girl," he said, shaking his head as he withdrew from her mouth. "No pleasure for you today. Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it and you'll be able to do this for longer and it won't be as difficult. Now cup your breasts and hold them up for me." "Why?" Chryssa asked, even as she did as he asked. Her breasts felt heavy and swollen in her hands and she squeezed them, trying to relieve some of the ache in her body. As she'd sucked his cock, the burn from her spanking had lessened and the swaying of soft fabric against her sensitive skin had started to feel good. Even the plug in her bottom felt kind of interesting in an exciting way. Watching her, Tralik's eyes were trained on her breasts, his hand gripping his cock hard. "Because I like the way it looks, like you're offering up your tits for me. Males tend to be very visually stimulated." He worked his hand over his slick cock, hard and fast, his breathing getting heavier. Watching him, Chryssa's own breathing picked up in sympathetic excitement, her hands squeezing her breasts even harder. Without even really being aware of it, she began pinching her nipples, her body craving more pleasure, more sensation. A hunger had been awakened inside of her that she didn't fully understand yet. "FUCK..." Tralik shouted, and streams of white cum erupted from the tip of his cock, arching through the air and landing on her body. Chryssa gasped, both at the shocking display and also at the hot spatter across her breasts and stomach. Another spurt, aimed higher, shot liquid into her open mouth and across her shoulders. More dripped down to the floor as he pumped the last few spurts of his pleasure out, sighing with relief. Looking down at the trails of liquid across her body, Chryssa made a face. It was rapidly cooling, and as she trailed her fingers through it, the liquid clung even more than his pre-cum had. "Now put it in your mouth." She looked up to see Tralik watching her, avidly, still interested in the show despite the fact that he had just spent himself. Although she considered protesting, she'd already gotten a bit in her mouth and swallowed that. Wondering, she gave him a wide eyed look as she put her fingers into her mouth, mimicking the way she'd sucked his cock. Tralik let out a little groan, half laughing. "You're definitely a natural, little girl. Now come on, let's get you something real to eat." As she moved to wipe the liquid from her body, he knocked her hand away. "No, leave my cum where it is. That'll let everyone see that you failed your lesson today." Chryssa scowled at him and he laughed again. "Embarrassment is a good motivator." If she hadn't been so hungry, she might have argued, but Chryssa was more interested in getting food than anything else. She was starving. Pragmatically, she shrugged her shoulders and stood. It wasn't like she'd seen very many other people in the halls. Trying to ignore the way her pussy was aching between her legs, she took small mincing steps as she followed Tralik, trying to keep the plug in her bottom from jostling too much. From Terra Ch. 05 Tralik led Chryssa down a hallway that had ornate decorations on either side; the spaces between the carved wood was covered with screens and she realized that she could look through them. They were obviously on a higher floor, as the hallway allowed them to look down onto rooms below, all of which were just as gorgeously decorated as the other areas of the House she'd seen so far. There were four of them, three of which were occupied. Her steps slowed as she looked down, looking at the occupants. The first room on the right side was empty, but on the left there was an alien who looked like he must be the same species as Hrrak as well as some kind of many-legged creature, both of whom were sitting and talking with females who were feeding them something as they conversed. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tralik turn to see what she was looking at, but he didn't yell at her or tell her to keep moving, he just let her look. That room was boring, so she moved forward to the next room on the left, which had a bunch of Lickens and a large number of women, all carousing together. It looked more like a party than anything else, except it was a lascivious party where the Lickens were being free with their hands and the women were posing and preening for them. Opposite of that was a room with three females and one Licken. Two of the females were human, another was humanoid but had skin that looked like gold and hair of the exact same shade - obviously not from Terra. All three of them were completely focused on him and Chryssa got the sense that they were competing for his attention. "That's Lord Plath," Tralik said, coming up beside her and looking down on the room. "He's very popular with the girls. Very picky too." And very attractive. Heavily muscled, with long pale blonde hair that made his greenish skin look almost natural, the Licken Lord fairly radiated power. "Who are the Lickens in the other room?" she asked. "What are these rooms for?" "His men. These are the entertaining rooms, where the clientele can pick out which girl they want to spend their money on. Anything offered in these rooms is free, but it must be OFFERED, not taken." One of the women below, a dark-haired, curvy beauty, slid down to kneel between Lord Plath's knees. Platinum teeth flash as he grinned at her, spreading his legs to welcome her in. Just like Chryssa had, the black-haired woman undid the laces of his trousers, freeing the dark green cock inside. From this angle, Chryssa couldn't see exactly what the woman was doing, but she had no trouble imagining what was happening as the woman's head began to bob up and down. "Why would she do that..." Chryssa muttered, a rhetorical question. She just didn't understand why the woman would offer a service like that for free. "Like I said," Tralik said, watching her face, "he's very popular with the girls. Good endurance, good stamina, and very interested in ensuring his women are completely satiated. And, I'm given to understand, he's rather attractive to females." For a Licken, Chryssa added in her head, although truthfully he was attractive compared to any species. He groaned, letting his head tilt back as the woman kneeling in front of him serviced his cock, grabbing the alien female by her golden hair and pulling her down for an almost savage kiss. His other hand was squeezing and fondling the other human's breast. Chryssa was impressed with his multi-tasking. Especially as the two females on either side of him pressed in closer, wanting his attention. Her insides clenched, making her shudder as the plug made its presence known again. For a few minutes she'd actually almost forgotten about it, she'd been so fascinated by watching what was happening in the rooms below. Something about the Licken and the three females around him was incredibly arousing, maybe just the fact that he certainly didn't seem worried at all that he would be able to enjoy and even pleasure all three of them. This kind of heady, erotic decadence would never have been allowed on Terra. It was like something out of the old vids, but much more graphic and much rawer. Chryssa leaned forward, stifling a gasp as her nipples came into contact with the cold ledge of the window, hardening the little buds. Her breasts were swaying freely, still coated in Tralik's drying cum, and while she didn't find her exposure sexy, her body was still aching from being denied her own release. And from watching the Licken below, although she'd never admit that. Hoping Tralik wouldn't notice, she brushed her nipples across the ledge again, squeezing her thighs together at the same time... blast it, she was sure that if she could touch herself, she could make herself cum. The trainer didn't seem to notice her surreptitious self-stimulation, but he did see the squirming results. Chuckling, he began to undo the front of his pants. Chryssa eyed him, torn between embarrassment and hoping that he was going to put his cock somewhere other than her mouth. Maybe she really was a natural to this way of life, already craving some kind of contract from a man that she should despise... but as long as he was here and she was feeling the need between her legs, then why shouldn't she indulge? It wasn't like there was anyone from Terra here to judge her. Hell, the occupants of the house would all encourage her. "Hold yourself in place," Tralik said as he stepped behind her. "Keep your hands where they are. If you cum, it's not going to be because you helped yourself along." Chryssa moaned as Tralik tucked the back of her skirt into the belt around her waist, baring her ass to him. She couldn't help but give a little wriggle as he put his foot between hers, forcing her legs further apart. Being bent over like this so that she could still watch the Licken and the females was stimulating on more than one level. The blunt, thick end of Tralik's cock pressed against her pussy, forcing its way in, and she moaned again. The plug in her ass left a lot less space in her lower body for his thick dick to fit into, and it also made the sensations incredibly intense. Her anus tightened and clenched around the plug as Tralik began to work his cock back and forth, pushing it in a little deeper with every thrust, giving her all new sensations to experience. Having both holes filled made her pleasure feel even more complete. She stared down at the scene below her. The Licken had maneuvered himself so that the golden female was straddling his face. One of his arms wrapped around her thigh, holding her in place, while his other hand was between the human redhead's legs, fucking her with his fingers while she pinched the golden alien's shining nipples. It was a scene of lust and decadence, sinful pleasures and shocking eroticism. Chryssa would never have been able to imagine anything like it, would never have thought such exuberant sexuality existed anywhere, if she hadn't seen it herself. Life on Terra had been hard, dirty, and secluded. Places like House Exotica didn't exist, and this blatant display of sexual pleasure certainly wasn't something that would be celebrated, much less accepted on Terra. As Tralik bottomed out, his groin coming to rest against the curve of her ass and bumping the plug deeper inside of her, Chryssa shuddered and gripped the ledge in front of her more tightly, rubbing her nipples against the hard surface. They both groaned as Tralik's fingers dug into her hips and he set a hard, rocking pace of thrusts, obviously enjoying the tightness of her pussy. Every thrust jolted the plug and made both of her holes clench and squeeze, adding to her pleasure. The head of Tralik's cock rubbed over that spot, deep inside of her, that made her entire body ache and feel like her knees were about to give out. The tingling, itching need was back, worse than ever, and Chryssa bucked back against him. Her ears were filled with the sounds of sex and revelry from all the rooms, Tralik's hard panting, and the slap of his body against hers as her wet pussy was filled over and over again. The scene below only added to the stimuli assaulting her, seeing the perversion and pleasure that House Exotica offered. And the thick cock inside of her... She was racing for her pleasure, grasping for it with a neediness that she'd never known before. Chryssa was absolutely determined to achieve her orgasm... and Tralik's obvious indifference to whether or not she climaxed only spurred her on further. Her legs ached as she lifted her hips, arching her back and presenting a full target for him to fill, her breasts bouncing and nipples stinging as they began to slap against the ledge. Chryssa squeezed hard, increasing the friction and the ecstasy as Tralik's dick rammed into her. The coiled heat in her pussy broke, spilling open and overwhelming her. Her knees crumpled, but Tralik's hands held her in place, obviously ready for her weakness as she cried out. The sound of her orgasm echoed around the hallway, her fingers clinging to the ledge as she rode out the waves of orgasm. Tralik's cock split open her quivering, swollen pussy, so slick and wet that it was easy for him to pound into her, forcing her to keep cumming as his balls slapped against her clit and his body jolted against the plug. When he finally grunted and shoved forward hard, nearly ramming her into the ledge, Chryssa was starting to feel almost delusional from the pleasure. She moaned as she felt him swell and spurt inside of her, hot liquid forcing its way into her grasping tunnel. It felt good, adding an extra element of pleasure to her climax... Panting, Chryssa hung on the ledge, watching as the tableau below her broke up. The Licken, Lord Plath, was getting up and leading the black haired woman from the room while the other two looked on, pouting prettily. It looked as though the black haired woman's decision to pleasure the Lord as a free treat had worked out for her. She was smiling widely with anticipation. For just a moment, Chryssa felt a twinge of envy. Even though her immediate need had been met, it didn't entirely satisfy. Like there was something missing. But she just didn't know what. It was strange to know that she wanted something more. Which would have disturbed her if she hadn't been so exhausted. And buzzing on a pleasurable high. But the truth was, she was really feeling that - for now - she might enjoy the enforced time at House Exotica. Until she could figure out how to escape and find out if her brother still lived and was on Terra or if he had been captured too. And in the meantime, she'd make the best of things. From Terra Ch. 06 The soft glow on the sun seemed to caress Chryssa's skin. She was warm... comfortable... more comfortable than she'd ever been in her life. Which made her think that she was still dreaming. Her bed had never felt like this. Silky cloth against her skin, softness cradling her body, and a plump pillow rather than a flat slab beneath her head. When the door opened with a bang, and Chryssa sat straight up, she finally remembered that it wasn't a dream. She was in House Exotica. Last night she'd been fed incredible foods, listened to music that had been so beautiful it had made her cry, and followed the Matron around, meeting the other females who worked in the house. Although 'worked' was a loose term, since a good half of them had been kidnapped and were basically indentured servants, like herself, serving their time as exotic whores until they could buy out their contract. But some of them were there of their own free will. "Up, up girl," Matron said, bustling past Chryssa's bed. The heavy alien's footsteps would have been impossible to sleep through any way. And Chryssa was curious. She'd been told that she'd be following Matron around this morning, helping her ready the rooms so that Chryssa could learn about the layout of the house as well as some of the specific desires and fantasies that the house catered to. Although that had peaked Chryssa's interest somewhat, she also wanted to know the ins and outs of the house, every nook and cranny and every passageway. The information might come in handy sometime. On Terra it certainly had paid to know every inch of her own village, and if she'd been more focused on running and less on fighting, she could have escaped the Licken raiders. Then again, she was starting to feel pretty conflicted about that, wondering if she really would have been better off on Terra. There were some pretty high upsides to House Exotica. Thirty minutes later, as she was bent over Matron's knee as the large female pressed a plug into Chryssa's protesting asshole, she was reminded that there were some downsides too. Blushing red, she gritted her teeth as her hole, still a bit sore from having the plug in for so long the day before, finally stretched open wide enough and swallowed the training toy up inside of it. It felt just as strange and just as invasive, but she didn't try to fight it today. No need to get a spanking on top of having her ass plugged. Dressing Chryssa in a similar gown to the one she'd worn the day before, this one in a burnt orange color that made her skin and hair look like it was glowing, with brass colored clips, Matron hurried her out of the door. Breakfast was quick and then she followed Matron through the rooms, carrying whatever Matron needed to remove, and listening to the various explanations Matron gave for some of the equipment. Different aliens had different desires and also different necessities. There was a room strictly for those who wanted a Wellan, an aquatic race that looked remarkably similar to the legendary mermaids on Terra, right down to the scaled tail instead of legs. Obviously Wylla, the female that serviced males there, had her own special needs. She basically ignored Matron and Chryssa, brushing through the dark blue tresses of her hair as it flowed underneath the water. Other rooms had themes. Some were furnished to a specific planet's customs and designs, others to a particular kind of kink - Chryssa's bottom clenched around the plug as she and Matron went through a room that was lined with all sorts of instruments she recognized from Terra. Better quality and more sophisticated looking, but Chryssa still recognized paddles, birches and canes. They were often used on unruly children on Terra. Some of the other things hanging beside them she didn't recognize, but she imagined they served the same purpose. They certainly looked like they did. Seeing Chryssa's shudder, Matron gave her a look and said that since she had two females who enjoyed entertaining patrons in this room, Chryssa wouldn't be placed in it unless she actually required punishment. To Chryssa's relief, Matron removed the anal plug before lunchtime and told Chryssa that it wouldn't be reinserted until the next morning. Her hole ached from being stretched, but she was still able to sit and move more comfortably without it. That afternoon, Matron was leading Chryssa through the halls, taking her to training, when she stopped suddenly. Because of Matron's large bulk, Chryssa couldn't see around her, but she tensed as she heard a deep, growling male's voice, greeting Matron. "Good afternoon, my Lord, I'm so sorry but we aren't prepared for you yet," Matron said, her voice syrupy. Chryssa rolled her eyes. Did that sycophantic act actually work on the males who visited House Exotica? "I can send you some sustenance in a reception room while you wait." "Very well, and who's this?" Chryssa's mouth went dry as her head tilted back. Matron had turned very slightly, but the Licken before her was tall enough that he'd been able to see over her and notice that there was a woman behind her. It was the Licken lord that she'd watched pleasuring three females at once, the scene that she'd found so arousing that Tralek had fucked her while she'd indulged in her curious voyeurism. The lord's eyes widened slightly as he looked her over, his eyebrow arching as his gaze came to rest on her face and she realized that she was glaring at him. Platinum teeth flashed in a grin as his eyes slid downwards again, lingering on her nipples, which were hard from the constant swishing of her dress over the sensitive nubs. Color flared in her cheeks as his lazy perusal went down to her bare feet and then back up. Somehow he made her feel like he could see everything under her dress. "This is Chryssa, one of my newest acquisitions," Matron said, giving Chryssa a quick warning glare, telling her to behave. "She's only been here a few days and she's still in training." The lord stepped around Matron, who looked as though she wanted to protest, but didn't quite dare. Chryssa was fascinated to see the big alien cowed, but it also just made her feel more unnerved as the Licken circled around her, studying her from every angle. It made her feel like a bug, and when he came back in front of her, putting two fingers under her chin and tipping her head back to look into her eyes, she scowled at him. He laughed, his mouth shining against all that pale green skin. It was unnerving how attractive he was despite his strangeness; the alien fairly oozed sexual appeal and the impact was much greater with him touching her than it was when she was watching him from a distance. Her response to him pissed her off, even as it made her curious. "Fierce Terran. How much experience do you have?" Uncertain of exactly what he was asking, Chryssa looked over his shoulder at Matron; she didn't know what to answer, and to be truthful, she didn't really want to answer him. He was making her uncomfortable and she hoped that Matron would intervene somehow. Make him go away, while she dealt with the unsettling fact that she was attracted to a male of the race that had kidnapped and sold her. "She has no true experience, although she's been tested, of course, with promising results," Matron assured him, stepping forward slightly. She was still shooting Chryssa warning glances. The Licken cupped Chryssa's chin, tilting her face back and forth, his eyes glittering as if he was amused by the dark looks she was giving him and was purposefully pushing her to draw more of her ire his way. "So, not a virgin." "No, your people took care of that when they kidnapped me," she snapped out, jerking her head back. Her skin tingled where he'd been touching her. Matron looked furious, but the Licken threw back his head with a shout of laughter. "I'm so sorry my Lord," Matron said, reaching for her. "I assure you, she'll be punished soundly for her impudence." "No, no," the Licken commander said, waving her back. His eyes had locked onto Chryssa's and her breath caught in her throat as she found that she couldn't look away. There was something arresting in his eyes, that demanded she keep contact. "I'd rather do it myself. I'll take her for tonight." "My Lord..." Matron was caught between being horrified and pleased at the Lord's avid interest. "She's truly not ready for ah... she won't know how to..." "Exactly. I find myself intrigued." The Lord looked away and Chryssa sucked in a breath of air, scowling as she realized just how affected she'd been by him. Again! "She's still a virgin in her rear entrance." "I'll pay the extra fee." The two of them were dickering now, talking as if Chryssa wasn't even there. "I can't give you my quality guarantee, seeing as she's untrained." "It's waived. I want her." Chryssa didn't know whether to be flattered, horrified, or just royally pissed at the way they were talking about her like she wasn't even there. On one hand, she'd witnessed how eager the females here were for this particular Licken's attention, even if Tralek hadn't told her so. His avid interest and unwavering focus on her could be considered complimentary. On the other hand, the two of them were talking about HER body and what he was going to do to it, without any input from her. But she didn't speak up. Matron was going to make her pay later, she just knew it, even if she didn't punish Chryssa today. She almost felt gratitude towards the Licken Lord for postponing that... but not quite. Especially since he said he'd rather do it himself, and WHY that declaration made her insides throb, she didn't know, but she couldn't help but wonder what he would do to her. Both as punishment and otherwise. Tralek had said all the females wanted to spend the night with him, because he brought them pleasure. And Chryssa did love the pleasure, even if she didn't like that it was on House Exotica's terms and that she didn't have a choice about it. Matron seemed stiff, as though she wasn't sure what to make of the Lord's preference, but she was a businesswoman above everything else. If the Lord wanted an untrained human for the evening, then she would provide him with that, even if she didn't understand why he would desire such a thing. "Very well," the big grey female said, finally. She cast a sidelong look at Chryssa. "You will accompany Lord Plath to the reception room of his choice, while I prepare a room for your evening." Matron's eyes flashed, promising utter retribution if Chryssa did something to anger the Licken Lord. Which, honestly, only made Chryssa want to do it more, except that she was a bit worried about what the consequences might be. The spankings that she'd received from Matron's hard platter of a hand hadn't been pleasant, but after seeing the punishment room today, she knew that there was worse that could be done to her. So, for now, she kept her mouth shut and trotted along behind the Licken lord as he turned and led the way down the hallway, Matron's footsteps receding into the distance. Resentment simmered at this... this male who had just bought her body for the evening. Although, if she were being truthful, she was just as excited as she was annoyed with him. There was something very attractive about his confidence and the way he'd looked at her, like he wanted to run that strangely colored, mobile tongue all over the most sensitive parts of her body. It also might have something to do with the way those other women had fought over him. If there was one thing that Chryssa had decided she liked about her new life the most, it was the pleasure. She'd fought it at first, especially against her original captors... but now that she was here, why not make the most of it? There didn't seem to be any point in following the strictures that the elders on Terra had laid down. They weren't here, after all. It would actually benefit her to embrace the pleasure. Besides, she liked it. Going along with what Matron wanted would help gain Chryssa trust and extra freedoms. Plus, it meant Chryssa would enjoy herself. She was already getting wet in hopeful anticipation of the pleasure to come at the Licken lord's hand... or mouth... or cock. There must be some reason why the women had all been fighting over him, beyond the obvious physical attraction. After all, according to Tralik, they'd been giving away favors they could have charged for. When they reached the reception room, Lord Plath opened the door and turned, gesturing for her to precede him into the room. Eyeing warily, not sure of what to except, Chryssa edged past him, earning a flash of bright platinum teeth as he smiled in amusement. The room was just as plush and luxurious as it had looked from above and she found her eyes darting every which way, constantly caught by a flash of color or glitter. Draped in sumptuous fabrics, the thick rug cushioning her feet, it was a room decorated for both elegance and excess. It occurred to her that she was taking too long admiring the scenery and completely ignoring the male behind her. Turning, she found him leaning against the closed door watching her. "Well little Terran," he said, his voice deep and seductive. She found herself wanting to fidget, having all that intense focus on her without Matron there to provide a bit of a buffer. It occurred to her that she'd been left completely alone, and unlike with her first client, she wasn't just tied up so that she didn't have to do anything. Despite her recent decision to enjoy herself, she found that the reality was a bit awkward and a little scary. "What shall we do now?" "Um... sit and talk?" she asked, winding her fingers together behind her back, trying to hide her nervousness. Even the wetness between her legs seemed to have dried up. The Licken laughed and she scowled at him, which just made him laugh harder. As he straightened from his leaning posture and began to come towards her, she stamped down on the instinct to back away. She was a fighter, even if she was a whore now. She hadn't run from the Lickens on Terra and she wasn't going to run from him, even if the circumstances were entirely different. He definitely wasn't looking at her the way her captors had. As he came closer, she had to tilt her head back to look at him; she was so new to the game of passion that she didn't even realize how her breasts thrust out towards him in this position. At least, not until his appreciative gaze slid down to them, and her cheeks heated as she realized how provocatively she was posed. Immediately she brought her hands around in front of her. "No," he murmured, reaching out to move her hands to her sides. They weren't as far back as she'd had them before, but she couldn't cover her breasts either. Or hard little nipples as they brushed against the silky fabric. "Always show off what you're offering, little Terran. The customer wants to see what he's getting." Now Chryssa glared at him again. She wasn't adverse to learning about pleasure, but his patronizing words made her feel humiliated as he reminded her why they were there. Not because she wanted to be, necessarily, but because he was paying her to be. Quite a sum of money, in fact, going by the conversation he'd had with Matron. Not that she could take it out on him. She really didn't want to learn more about that punishment room she'd seen. "Matron told you I was untrained," she said, trying to sound contrite, but it came off more as sulky and a bit resentful. For some reason, the Licken seemed to find that even more amusing. "Yes, she did," he said, speaking softly, almost as if he were saying the words to himself rather than to her. "It makes you a novelty." "Lucky me," Chryssa grumbled. The startled look on his face only made her feel even grumpier. He really hadn't been talking to her at all, although now he looked amused again. Whatever skills he had that made the other women fight over him, they better be really freaking amazing for her to put up with this from him. It had been much easier with the shark-looking guy and with Tralik, both of them had immediately gotten down to business and making her feel good. The Lord seemed more interested in drawing things out. Ugh. Looking her over, he raised his eyebrow at her glower. "Your attitude needs an adjustment. And I believe I already owe you a punishment anyway." Chryssa squeaked, her heart rate picking up as he grabbed her by the arm and hauled her over to one of the couches. His hand was STRONG, his fingers holding her in a firm but not bruising grip, and she found herself over his knee with her butt up in the air almost before she could blink. It took her breath away as she suddenly realized exactly how vulnerable this position was. Her legs and body were draped over either side of his legs, his hard muscled thighs pressed against her stomach. Before she could even think about pushing herself back up, an iron hand was spread over the base of her spine, pinning her in place. The close-up view of his boots that she was getting did not inspire confidence. Chryssa whimpered. "Shhh, little Terran, it won't be that bad." This close to him she could actually feel the rumble of his voice against her side. That wasn't all she could feel. Something very hard and hot was pressing against her side. The jerk was getting off on this! It made her want to snap at him, but then he flipped up the fabric on her "skirt" and rubbed his hand over the cheeks of her bottom. Almost like he was prepping them for a spanking. Immediately Chryssa stilled. Definitely not the time to get snappy with the perverted alien, because he could take it out on her ass and there was nothing she could do about it. SMACK! Chryssa gasped at the first strike to her vulnerable bottom, which had come quickly and sharply. The Licken's hand was just as punishing as Matron's, perhaps even more so, and the smack left behind a burning sensation that was immediately matched on the other side of her butt as his hand came down again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Ow! Stop! I'm sorry!" She wriggled, trying to get away, and to her shock, his hand came down and then rested on her her buttcheek, massaging and squeezing the heated flesh. "Are you really? Already?" He sounded amused and Chryssa pushed her hands against the floor so that she could prop herself up enough to turn her head and look at him. "Yes, I'll behave, I promise," she said, giving him her biggest eyes. Men back home on Terra had always liked that wide eyed look, she figured Lickens probably wouldn't be too different. The Licken Lord's silvery grey eyes looked back at her dubiously. "Somehow I don't believe you." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! It was too hard to keep her slightly turned position when his hand started coming down hard on her ass again, making her entire lower body jiggle with the force of it, and Chryssa found her head dropping back down. She bucked her hips, trying to escape the fiery assault, unable to squirm away with his hand holding her securely in place. With every slap, her ass tightened around the plug, making it feel as though it was moving inside of her. "Owwwww, please, please stop!" she begged, her legs starting to kick. She was willing to give up a little bit of pride if it made him stop sooner, although so far this didn't hurt nearly as much as what Matron had done to her. It was still painful enough that tears were sparking in her eyes and she knew it could easily be as bad as when Matron had spanked her if he kept it up. When he stopped this time, she let out a contrite little mewl that was only half-faked. Then, to her shock, that little noise turned into a moan as his hand slid over her hot cheek and his fingers delved into the cleft between her legs. Wet... she was wet! She wouldn't have believed it if she couldn't feel the way his finger slickly moved over her sensitive flesh, making her moan and shudder in surprised arousal. From Terra Ch. 06 What on Terra...? "Noooo, stop..." she said, trying to squirm away again. How could the painful fire in her bottom have made her feel like this? A masculine chuckle, sounding entirely too pleased, filled her ears as his fingers stroked and then massaged, making her shudder and clench. Chryssa moaned again, as embarrassed as she was aroused by her odd reaction. She definitely hadn't responded like this when Matron had spanked her - had she? Would she have even known? She'd been all wet because of the bath water anyway, and she hadn't known she was wet now until he'd gone sliding his fingers through her pussy. "Why would I stop when you obviously like this, little Terran?" The wicked amusement in her voice made her want to bite him. Or, at least, it would if his fingers didn't feel so darned good. He was right, blast him, she didn't really want him to stop. Already she was getting a good idea of why the women in House Exotica fought for his attention; his fingers were frigging magic. He knew exactly how to touch and caress her pussy, dragging moisture from her folds down to her clit and teasing the little bud as he lubricated it with her own juices. Then his hand lifted away and he proved that he'd been talking about more than just his caresses. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Chryssa howled, her bottom feeling all the more sensitive after the short break from his assault. Even worse, she was now aware of her slick folds in between her kicking legs, and the clenching of her pussy as each blow landed. Then he started to squeeze in between each slap. SMACK! squeeze. SMACK! squeeze... Her burning bottom protested, but at the same time it felt almost good as his fingers dug into the tenderized flesh. She was becoming more and more aware of the rest of her body too, especially her breasts as they bounced and rubbed against the silky fabric of her top, her nipples starting to ache with the need for more pressure. Chryssa moaned and squirmed, feeling her sense of sensation becoming lost in the assault. She was starting to have trouble deciphering what was pleasurable and what was painful because it was all starting to feel really, really good. This time when he stopped, and his fingers searched out her dripping cunt, she canted her hips up to allow him better access, practically whimpering for his touch. She was so needy that she didn't even take offense to his knowing chuckle as her hips wagged, her legs spreading wide for his touch. "You're quite the little hedonist, aren't you?" he said, sliding one longer finger into her, pumping it back and forth in a way that made her clench around the invading digit. She didn't know what he'd just called her, but if it had something to do with an overwhelming desire to orgasm, then she wasn't going to argue. With the plug in her bottom, she felt so deliciously full as he swirled his finger in her other channel, sending shivers up and down her spine. "So hot and wet for me... I love seeing my skin against all this pretty pink." His other hand moved down from her back to her bottom, squeezing the tender cheeks. Chryssa groaned, tightening around his thrusting finger, as the fiery pain and pleasure mingled. She'd never experienced anything like this, not even when she'd been drugged by her original Licken captors. Although she hadn't known it at the time, her senses had almost been dulled by the drugs, keeping her hazy and clouded. Now she could tell the difference, as every sensation was sharply defined, every touch, every caress swamping her with new experience. The perverse imagery of his greenish skin against all her pink and cream flesh just made her even hotter. She wanted to cum, badly, and she moved her hips to increase the stimulation, greedy for the pleasure. "Please, please, oh please," she begged, her voice getting breathier and higher as his finger pumped, taking her closer and closer to bliss. To her horror, he slid his finger out of her clenching pussy just before she could reach her apex. She almost screamed in frustration, her insides shuddering as she pressed her legs together, her body reaching for her denied release. Lord Plath pushed her off of his lap, holding onto her upper body so that she ended up on her knees. He grabbed her hands, pressing them down onto his thighs, so that she couldn't touch herself. Chryssa glared up at him, half-beseechingly, in her sexual frustration. Her ass was practically sucking on the plug, her pussy was swollen and slick between her thighs, and if she could, she'd rub herself all over his foot to get off if he provided her no other means. "Do you think you've been aptly punished for your attitude and impudence?" he asked, his voice infuriatingly even. "Yes!" Chryssa exclaimed, practically wailing. She meant it too. The denial of her orgasm was probably the meanest punishment he could have come up with, especially because it had been so unexpected. At least when Tralik had denied her during training, she'd known what was coming, she'd been able to prepare herself mentally. This had been a thousand times worse. "Good. Then you can show your penance now." Grasping both of her wrists in one large hand, he used his free hand to undo the front of his pants. Even through her needy sexual heat, Chryssa's curiosity was aroused by what his cock might look like. So far, no two aliens had been alike... and she wasn't disappointed. His cock was a long, thick rod with a plump bulb on the end, similar to Tralik's but more rounded. Every two inches or so, there were bumps that created a ring around the shaft, and her pussy quivered as if her body was wondering how those bumpy rings might feel moving in and out of her sensitive channel. The color of his cock was a slightly darker green than his regular skin, with the bumps and the bulbous head an even darker shade. There was a hole at the very tip of his cock, which was already leaking a silverly fluid. "Do you know how to suck?" "A little..." she said, feeling a bit hesitant since he wasn't quite the same shape as Tralik. Not to mention, that fat head was much bigger than Tralik's, she wasn't sure it would fit in her mouth. Not that he gave her the opportunity to think about it. As soon as she answered, his hand was in her hair, pulling her head forward. She opened her mouth automatically and groaned, her voice muffled as the fat head of his cock pushed between her lips, making her jaw ache. Getting the bulbous crown into her mouth was the hardest part; once that was in, she could close her mouth a little more around the slightly thinner shaft. Still holding her wrists in one hand, the Licken lord used his other to force her head down further, groaning with pleasure as she tried to lick at him. Even though her pussy was burning with the need for attention, she found a strange kind of satisfaction in sucking on him. He tasted sweet and slightly salty, a hot musky scent filling her nose as she moved her head under his guidance, taking him a little deeper every time. The bumps on his cock were strange against her tongue and she couldn't help but explore them, which made his fingers clamp down as he shuddered. Apparently they were very sensitive. The fat head hit the back of her throat and Chryssa tried to surge back, her gag reflex protesting. His pleasure interrupted, Lord Plath frowned at her. "Not very much training, I see... well, there is something appealing about inexperience as well. Use your hands." He released her wrists, and Chryssa actually felt a momentary surge of gratitude before she realized how stupid that was. If he'd just let her have some control from the beginning, she wouldn't have choked. Still, she didn't want him to regret giving her use of her hands back, so she immediately wrapped one hand around his cock. That was when she suddenly realized what was the most different about him body - he didn't have balls. So she used her other hand to stroke and toy with the bumps on his cock as her mouth bobbed up and down. Apparently pleased with her enthusiasm, the lord leaned back against his seat, eyes half-closed as he watched her practice her oral skills. Chryssa felt a strange need to please him, possibly in hopes that he would return the favor. It didn't even occur to her to try and touch herself, she instinctively knew that he would never allow it. Her best chance at getting off was doing so at his whim, and so she would do her best to make him want to. Sucking him was no hardship. He tasted good and she liked to hear his groans and feel his shudders, knowing that it gave her at least a little bit of power over him. The thick, meaty feel of him moving inside of her mouth turned her on, even if it wasn't as pleasurable as having her pussy played with. It shocked her when the bumps on his cock began to vibrate, his groans increasing as his hips began thrusting. He placed his hands on her head, gently but firmly, holding her in place as he fucked her mouth. Chryssa sucked hard, her fingers and tongue playing with the vibrating nubs, utterly fascinated by this strange alien reaction. Her pussy thrummed with empty eagerness to feel this cock inside of her, wondering what the sensations would be. She didn't remember this at all from the other Lickens - was he different? Or had she just been too wrapped up in drugs and anger to notice? She was reminded of watching the black-haired woman do this to him, while Tralik fucked her, and her pussy got even wetter. Today it would be her that he took to another room, once she was done pleasuring him orally. Sucking harder, she tried to remember all the advice Tralik had given her, trying to relax her throat enough to accommodate the huge head of his cock. It seemed to be working. The noises he was making were more and more wild, his fingers digging into the back of her skull, his thrusts rougher. Caught up in the moment of it, Chryssa was almost unprepared when the head suddenly swelled and then began to gush fluid into her mouth. It didn't come out in the spurts that Tralik's had, it was more like a steady stream. True to Tralik's description, it was also much sweeter than his cum had been. She knew, because she couldn't swallow it fast enough; it filled her belly, her cheeks, and spilled out of her mouth. How had that other woman contained it all? The heat of it pooled in her belly as Lord Plath's fingers slowly loosened in her hair, turning caressing, almost petting. Feeling only the slightest bit resentful towards him, she looked up at him like an eager pet as his cock began to soften between her lips, hopeful that he might pleasure her now. The amused expression on his face should have made her want to hurt him, but she was too far gone in need. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" he murmured, pushing her hair off of her face with gentle fingers. The amusement and interest in his voice confused her. "All you want is to come, isn't it?" "Yes please," she said, pulling her head up off of his cock and wiping the cum from her chin, looking at him pleadingly. He chuckled and her eyes flashed with momentary anger, which only made him chuckle again. The sound of the door opening behind them made Chryssa jump. "Your room is prepared." Matron's heavy tones didn't sound disapproving, but she didn't sound happy either. It was obvious she didn't think that Chryssa was good enough to be servicing the Licken lord yet. Oh well. Chryssa didn't care. She just needed him to finish what he'd started. Standing up, Lord Plath held out his hand, helping Chryssa to her feet. Later, when she wasn't feeling so sexually desperate, she would remember the small courtesies that he'd shown her and be impressed. After all, it wasn't like he had to be polite or helpful towards her. "Come, little pleasure-seeker," he murmured, his eyes flashing silver, which she was starting to realize indicated sexual arousal. "I want to see what else you can do." From Terra Ch. 07 The room Matron had prepped for Chryssa and Lord Plath was stunningly gorgeous. The gigantic bed was practically festooned with pillows, the dark, rich reds and silky blacks of the fabrics making it look both imposing and seductive. It was a scene set for sex, willing or no. Although, right now, Chryssa was feeling very willing. The spanking Lord Plath had given her had been surprisingly arousing, especially when combined with his caresses and agile fingers in her pussy. She desperately needed to cum. He, of course, already had. The sweet taste of his cum still lingered on her tongue. By the time they reached the room, his cock was already a bulge at the front of his pants again. Matron gave him a gracious nod before shutting the door behind her on her way out. Chryssa wasn't sorry to see the large alien go. Matron's disapproving looks were killing her buzz. Not that Lord Plath even seemed to notice her; the front of his pants were bulging again with that strange cock, and he walked quickly over to the bed, pulling off the tunic he was wearing as he went. It was the first time Chryssa was seeing more of his body than just his cock, and it was an impressive body to behold. He was muscled very nicely, his shape very similar to a human male's, although the pale green of his skin made it impossible to forget he was anything but. Stripping off his pants, he turned to sit on the bed, completely naked, his cock bobbing in front of him like a long stalk with a fat plum on the end of it. Chryssa just stared at him, unsure of what she was supposed to do now. The Licken raised his eyebrows in amusement. "Come little Terran, take off your dress and pleasure me." "My name is Chryssa," she said, with a bit of emphasis. She was getting tired of being called "little Terran." It didn't sound insulting, but it wasn't exactly complimentary either. She was her own person. "Chyrssa," he said, smiling a bit in amusement. His hand wrapped around his cock and stroked it, a surprisingly erotic sight that hit her right between the legs. Only a male with the self-assuredness and confidence of Lord Plath could pull off making something like that look sexy. "Take off your dress and come pleasure me. I'd like to explore that pretty pink slit between your legs." Truthfully, Chryssa was rather eager to have him explore it as well. Strangely, even though they were of the same species, Lord Plath didn't really remind her of the Lickens that had captured her. They had been completely different in personality from him. Not that she'd seen all that much of them, and she had been drugged for part of the time, but still. She definitely hadn't been attracted to them. There was no denying that she was definitely attracted to Lord Plath, even if part of her didn't want to be aroused by the swaggering, cocky, arrogant male. She undid the belt around her waist as she walked slowly towards him, before reaching up to undo the clasps holding the fabric at her shoulders. The silky stuff slithered to the floor, leaving her completely bare, her nipples pink and tightly budded, as she came within reaching distance of him. Biting her lip, she looked at him almost shyly. "What do I do now?" A pleased smile grew across his face. "Quite untrained, yes?" "Yes," she said, trying to decide if she should be piqued by how amused he seemed to find her. "Matron told you that." Of course, her sauciness just seemed to amuse him further. Maybe the other women at House Exotica didn't talk to him like that. Were they trained in how to speak to the customers? Chryssa would believe it. She knew she wasn't exactly being polite, but this situation was unnerving her a bit and she was becoming bratty as a result. She really didn't like it when she felt out of her depth. It would be one thing if he would take control, but since he was largely leaving each step up to her, she felt out of control and anxious. Scooting back slightly on the bed, Lord Plath gestured to its large expanse. "Lay down on your back and spread your legs." Chryssa almost snorted. After all that build-up, that's what he wanted her to do? Talk about getting right down to it. Still, she was wet and horny enough that she bet she would be able to get off, as long as his way of sex wasn't too different from Tralik's. She crawled up onto the bed, completely unaware of the way the Licken watched her swaying hips and tempting bottom, with the pretty winking jewel between her cheeks. The pale skin still held a faint blush from her spanking, and her pussy lips were a darkened pink from arousal, coated with her cream. She lay down on her back, spreading her legs, and trying to get comfortable as this position made the plug in her ass feel more prominent. Sometimes she could almost forget it was there, by lying down on her back had it jostling inside of her again, and her tight hole clenched. "Lovely," the Licken murmured. To her surprise, he didn't get right between her legs, he just took his time looking at her, as if he was eating her up with his eyes. They traveled over her breasts and nipples, down her stomach and to the soft pink petals between her legs, which were spread open and feeling quite vulnerable as he gazed at them. It was almost embarrassing, since he could see how obviously aroused she was. Strangely, even though being looked at like this was kind of annoying and invasive, she also found herself even more turned on by the appreciative and hungry glow in his eyes. Like he just wanted to eat her up. As if he'd heard her thoughts, he moved so quickly that she actually squeaked in surprise. Bending over her, his legs off to the side, he lowered his mouth to one tightly budded nipple as his hand engulfed her other breasts, squeezing the large mound almost painfully. Chryssa moaned as his fingers dug in, the hot wet cave of his mouth pulling on her sensitive nipple. It felt good and she reached up to clasp his head to her breast, her fingers weaving into his hair as she writhed slightly. Now when her bottom clenched around the plug, it felt really good. His other hand swept over her hip and between her legs, his fingers dipping into the wet folds. Moaning, Chyrssa arched her back, thrusting her breasts up and him, and spread her legs even further, greedy for the stimulation and the pleasure. The Licken lord made a contented sound as he sucked her nipple harder, using his fingers on his other hand to pluck and tug at that nipple. It felt fantastic, and she mewed as moisture was dragged up and around her clit, making the tiny bud swell as she was suckled and stroked. The pleasure that she was beginning to crave swelled inside of her, eager and needy for more. She moved her hips, pressing her clit against his hand as she moaned her approval. With supreme amusement in his eyes, the Licken lifted his mouth from her breast, leaving the swollen bud of her nipple wet and cool in the air as his fingers continued to play between her legs. "Aren't you supposed to be pleasuring me, not the other way around, sweet Chryssa?" "Untrained, remember?" she parried, her eyes closing as his fingers thrust up into her. "Oh yes... please... more!" It felt tight in that space, with the plug inside of her ass, and oh so very good. Some part of the back of her mind mused that she would actually make a very bad whore, as she didn't truly care whether or not Lord Plath found his own pleasure. He was a big boy, he could take care of himself - she wanted to know that she would receive hers. Working for a tenuous promise of freedom in the far distant future, when she hadn't even been told what amount she had to "work off" wasn't very motivating, but this immediate need to relieve the tension that was arching inside of her definitely was. Almost as if fascinated by her response, the Licken stared down at her, his tongue licking his lips as he fucked her hard with his agile fingers, his other hand alternating between her nipples and rolling the tender little buds. Chryssa kept her hands in his hair, almost afraid that he would stop if she moved at all, her body writhing as she panted and moaned. The Lord's fingers stroked over her sweet spot, his thumb sliding around her clit, making her pussy cream as the intense sensations washed over her. "Please, oh please... yes... oh yes, my Lord!" Her voice became higher and breathier as her pleasure climbed, her desperation for her climax obvious. "Zyander," he growled, thrusting his fingers into her harder. She cried out, her flesh quivering around his digits. "My name is Zyander, say it, Chryssa." "Oh... fuck... Zyander!!" She didn't just say his name, she screamed it as a flood of juices covered his hand, her pussy clenching and spasming around his fingers as she came. Her nails dug into his skin, and she closed her legs around his hand, humping it for all she was worth as every last drop of pleasure was wrung from her needy body. The Licken sniffed the air, breathing it in like he was savoring the sweet scent of her cum. Who knew; Chryssa didn't know enough about Lickens to say for sure that he wasn't. Watching him through half-lidded eyes, she moaned as her thighs relaxed and he was able to move his hand out of her pussy. It made a sticky wet sound. When he brought his fingers up to his lips and licked them with that mobile purple tongue, longer and thicker than a Terran's, she nearly moaned again. That sight should be so erotic, but it was. Maybe because he stared at her the entire time he did it, and she couldn't help but remember just how much she liked being licked between her legs. So what if she'd only experienced it a couple of times? And under duress? She'd orgasmed every time. Even though she'd just cum, watching him lick her cream from his fingers was making her body tingle again. "Delicious." That raspy, growling compliment made her shiver. The Licken - Zyander - crawled atop of her and kissed her. His hard body pressed her into the bed, his strangely shaped cock rubbing against her wet inner thigh, as she tasted the flavor of her own pussy on his tongue. It was gross, and at the same time, strangely decadent in the forbidden taboo quality of it. She shouldn't be tasting herself like this, but he gave her no choice as his tongue forced its way between her lips and into her mouth. Chryssa felt like she could barely breathe with his weight on top of her, his tongue thrusting between her lips. She whimpered as he rocked on top of her, obviously becoming even more excited. Something buzzed against her thigh and she realized that the nodules on his cock must already be vibrating. He shifted onto his knees, hunching over her, making her cry out as he swiftly pulled the plug from her ass. The tiny hole ached, empty now, and the muscles there finally relaxed. Only then did he line up his cock with her sodden pussy, without releasing her from their kiss. The fat bulb of his crown pushed against her opening, and she cried out, her voice muffled by his lips. It was much larger than anything she'd had in her pussy so far and the tender flesh protested as it stretched to accommodate the head. Once it was sliding into her, the rest of his cock followed more easily. Each ring of little nodules massaged and buzzed against her labia, before going deeper and vibrating against her insides. Chryssa moaned and bucked, unsure whether or not this was truly pleasurable, but her muscles were too weak from her previous orgasm to make any kind of impact on the eager alien's invasion of her pussy. She bucked when he finally pressed all the way in, and she could feel every inch of his length. The fat head that was nudged up against the back of her cunt, the buzzing rings along its length, the grind of his hard body against her clit... she sucked on the thick, raspy length of his tongue, making him groan and rock against her. Then he started to fuck her and Chryssa understood why this particular Licken was so highly in demand. He didn't just fuck her hard and fast, like the Licken who had taken her virginity, so that the unique features of his cock made no difference to the sensations that filled her... no, he took his time, moving with focused care. Chryssa gasped and moaned, writhing as his cock slid slowly in and out of her, with a rhythm so slow it was almost torture - except that it felt too good. The nodules buzzed and massaged, a sensation she barely recognized from her first time, because the other Licken had been moving so quickly, and she'd been drugged and lost in her first experience with sexual ecstasy. Now she had the experience and mental fortitude to appreciate the difference between Lord Plath's cock and Tralek's or Hrrath's. With every thrust of the Licken's hips, her own moved up to meet him, her pussy craving to be filled now that she had adjusted to the size of him. She moaned like the whore that House Exotica had made her, not faking a bit of her pleasure. Instead, she reveled in it, greedily taking as much as she could, angling her body so that Lord Plath's groin rubbed against her clit in just the right way with every stroke. His thrusts began to increase in speed, his own excitement growing as she clenched and bucked beneath him. The previous orgasm had already rendered her pussy more sensitive than usual, their juices mingled, making a nice slick hole for him to fuck. Chryssa threw back her head as he finally released her lips and began to kiss down her throat, sucking on the sensitive skin. She couldn't believe how good it felt. The sound of her excited moans filled the room, somehow making her even more aroused to hear the wanton noises she was making. Her nipples brushed against his hard chest as he bit down on her neck where it met her shoulder, and she cried out. "Cum for me, Chryssa," he murmured, a deep growl in her ear that shuddered down the length of her spine and made her pussy spasm. "Cum for me so I can feel your cunt sucking my cock." Oh fuck that was dirty... she tensed, the tingling hot need in her pussy blossoming outwards as the vibrations inside of her increased. She could feel him swelling, feel the fat head of his cock throbbing, and then he began to fuck her so hard and fast that it felt like he was actually pounding her between her legs. It was sheer ecstasy that ripped through her, scattering her thoughts and senses, taking over every inch of her body as she came, screaming his name again. Liquid heat filled her as he came, her swollen pussy milking his cock, just like he'd said he wanted it to. She was barely aware of her body's involuntary reaction, she was so lost in the rapture of her climax. Completely sated, she lay beneath him, her muscles feeling watery, as he bowed his head over her, panting from his own intense release. The soft caresses and complimentary words whispered in her ear made her feel even more relaxed. Unfortunately, she had forgotten that Lord Plath had bargained with Matron for more than just sex with her newest, untrained asset. Her night was far from over. From Terra Ch. 08 Too limp and satisfied from the back to back orgasms she'd had with the Licken Lord, who seemed to like it a great deal when she called him Zyander as she came, Chryssa didn't protest when he pulled himself off of her and rolled her over onto her stomach. Even when he mounted the pillows beneath her hips, propping her bottom up in the air, she couldn't find the energy to do more than murmur. His hands caressed her butt and then her thighs, and she made happy, contented sounds at the pleasurable sensation. "Such a pretty pussy, leaking my cum," Zyander said, his voice filled with smug, masculine satisfaction. Chryssa shuddered a little bit, knowing how open and vulnerable her womanhood must be to him right now - but that's what being a whore was about, right? His fingers dipped into the messy hole and she moaned, not sure if she was disgusted or turned on (again!) by his continued interest in doing things to her that she was sure were taboo. Perverted. Degrading. And they felt oh so good. Her poor pussy was a bit sore from the battering his cock had just given it, but the finger massage felt good. Especially because now she didn't even have to look at him, didn't have to feel embarrassed that he could see her expressions of enjoyment. There was definitely still some part of her that felt she should be resisting this more, no matter how good it felt. With her butt in the air, and him behind her, it was almost freeing to just let him have his way with her sloppy pussy. Maybe it was an alien thing. Tralik definitely hadn't seemed interested in her cunt once it was filled with his cum, whereas the Licken seemed to relish thrusting his fingers in and out of her pussy and listening to the wet slapping sounds. Feeling like she was hanging over the pillows, slightly detached from her body, Chryssa just let him have her way. After the incredible orgasms, if he wanted to keep playing with her pussy, who was she to stop him? Her pussy felt sore but good, and it was feeling even better as the lord gently pumped his fingers in and out of her. Reaching underneath her, Chryssa squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples and adding another layer of sensation. It was about the most movement she was capable of at the moment and it felt amazing. Good enough that when he pulled his fingers away, she whimpered in protest. She heard his chuckle as his cock slid into her pussy, more easily than it had the first time. "Good Chryssa, play with your pretty pink nipples for me..." The laughter in his voice made it sound like he was mocking her, but he also sounded approving. Like he truly was enjoying watching her be so greedy for pleasure. She moaned her own approval as he began to thrust in and out of her pussy, his cock buzzing and humming inside of her. The bent over position didn't allow for much movement on her part, but that was okay. The pillows kept her ass thrust up in the air and all she had to do was lay there and enjoy. Speaking of her ass... the Licken's fingers rubbed over her crinkled rose of her anus, making her hiss and squirm a bit. His other hand came down on her ass, smacking it hard and reawakening the nerves, as she gasped and pinched her nipples even tighter. The dueling locations of pain somehow made the pleasure of his thrusting cock feel even better. "Noooo..." she moaned the word as his fingers slid into her ass. It was a much tighter fit, even with the stretching the plug had done earlier, because of how fully her pussy was. The strangeness of movement in both her holes was uncomfortable, and his fingers burned slightly as her hole was re-stretched. Even though the plug hadn't been out for very long, the virgin hole was tight enough to have completely closed up again. Still, she didn't actually move away as he began to fuck her in tandem with his fingers. She didn't have the energy. And it didn't feel totally bad exactly, just uncomfortable and weird. A third finger was added and Chryssa grimaced in discomfort, even as her pussy spasmed around Zyander's cock. She pinched her nipples harder, twisting them, to distract from the uncomfortably full sensation of her anus being stretched more than it ever had been before, moaning again when the distraction worked and shudders of painful pleasure washed through her body. The scary rooms with all the whips and things still didn't appeal to her, but she was discovering that she did like a little bit of pain mixed in with her pleasure. It was like opposites attracting or something, except it was happening inside of her body and making everything better than it had been before. It wasn't until Lord Plath's fingers and cock slid out of her, and then the bulbous head of his dick pressed against her anus that she realized the true extent of the vulnerable position she was in. "No! Stop!" she bucked and then shrieked as her movement forced the full head of his cock into her ass all at once. Her distended hole snapped shut around the base of his head; the girth of his shaft was still thick but at least it wasn't as large as the crown. "Shh, you're only making it harder on yourself," Zyander said, his voice soothing, but his hands were not as they grabbed hold of her wrists as she tried to reach back to stop him. Using his legs atop hers, he held her pinned down, her ass still propped up by the pillows, her hands on either side of her head as he rocked gently in her ass. She groaned at the uncomfortable feeling as the fat of head of his dick moved inside of her tight hole. Sweat felt like it was popping out on her forehead from the stretching and discomfort. Her anus burned as he rocked, and even more so when the buzzing nodules making up the first ring around his shaft finally came into contact with her sensitive hole. The tiny nerve endings came to life, making her clench down, which made him feel even larger inside of her. Tears slid from her eyes as he pressed deeper, knowing there was nothing she could do. Her belly cramped as he groaned with pleasure, working his cock back and forth as he deflowered her last hole. The weight of him atop her legs and arms left her nowhere to go, unless she wanted to buck her hips again and take him even more deeply. He was as gentle as he could be, taking his time as he probed her ass with his cock, working it back and forth, especially whenever he reached one of the buzzing rings of nubs around his cock. That actually felt pretty good when that happened, even though it was still uncomfortable and kind of painful. Chryssa moaned and squeezed and then moaned again as the new sensations flitted through her. The fat head moved deeper into her dark channel, spreading her body open for the rest of his cock. She nearly cried with relief when she finally felt his body pressing against her buttocks, her tight hole spasming as it adjusted to its new proportions. Then she squealed like a stuck pig as he began to pull out. The sensation of his whole length receding burned, making her clench to try and keep him in because her body instinctively felt like it was losing something it shouldn't. He shoved in again, gently but firmly, and she cried out, arching her back as she was filled from behind. The rolling thrusts made her squeak and squeal, her asshole burning and tightening, buzzing with sensation as the bumpy rings passed through it. Chryssa felt the strangest feeling growing in the pit of her stomach, a kind of fire that she'd never experienced before. It was an intense sensation, so intense that she couldn't even decide if it felt good or bad. But it was there and it grew, filling her lower body, making her writhe as it threatened to overwhelm her. "Oh no... oh... what's happening?" she cried out, arching beneath him, her anus spasming as his cock pressed against that spot over and over again, making her burn. It wasn't something she'd experienced in any of her other encounters, and she found the strange building tension to be almost frightening. "Relax, little Terran," the Licken said soothingly as he pumped his cock inside of her, his voice hoarse with his own passion. "I'll make you feel good, just relax and take my cock." "No... no..." Chryssa writhed, shocked as she realized that the build-up felt like an orgasm, just a very different kind of one. She couldn't possibly get off from having a big alien cock probing her butt, could she? It appeared that she could, because the tingling, burning pleasure was starting to bubble over, making her arms and legs even weaker than before. She screamed, lowering her head and closing her eyes, as if she could shut out the intense rapture that was beginning to spread over her. The relentless, thrusting cock spurred a new wave of ecstasy every time it sank into her, the buzzing vibrations more intense than ever. Because her ass was so tight, she could feel his cock swelling bigger, pressing against her walls, in a way that hadn't been possible even in her pussy. It hurt in the most delicious way, filling her with depraved pleasure. The Licken's mouth came down on her shoulder, biting and muffling his own groan of satisfaction as his cock burst, jetting thick fluid into her rectum. Chryssa screamed again, bucking and shuddering beneath him as the sexual bliss nearly overwhelmed her completely. Her pussy spasmed and juiced, her ass convulsed, and she milked his cock with her inner muscles as she came over and over again. The pleasure was so intense, she could feel herself growing faint... She wasn't sure if she blacked out or not. The next thing she was truly aware of was the Licken's tongue licking over the spot where he'd bit her, his cock slowly receding from her sore asshole as it shrank. Turning onto his side, the Licken pulled her with him, making her whimper a bit as every muscle in her body protested. An idle hand stroked her breast, but she was too tired to try and stop him, even though - for once - she didn't want any more pleasure right now. Maybe not ever again. "You are a treasure, little Terran." The softly whispered words echoed through her mind right before she fell asleep. From Terra Ch. 09 When Chryssa woke up, she was in her own room and she was alone. She groaned as she tried to move and her muscles spasmed. Muscles that she hadn't even known she had. Almost as soon as she made a sound, the door to her room opened and Matron came bustling in. For a moment, Chryssa was terrified, because she'd never seen the strange expression on Matron's face that she had now, her mouth all stretched out and showing her huge, flat teeth. It took a moment for her to realize that Matron was grinning. "Good job!" Matron said, stumping around and beginning to run the bathwater to fill up the tub. Chryssa actually felt a surge of gratitude towards the Alien Madame. A hot bath to soak in sounded amazing. "Lord Plath was quite pleased with you. You should be honored, he's very picky... I think he might even choose you again and that rarely happens." The idea of being with the Licken Lord again made Chryssa's pussy spasm in both alarm and desire. The alien's strange cock had felt incredible... but she was so sore right now. Her asshole was still burning from being deflowered. How long had she slept? Her thoughts were interrupted by Matron bustling her out of bed and helping her over to the bath. Chryssa could barely walk. Before Matron would let her in the water, however, she bent Chryssa over her knee and pushed something into Chryssa's poor anus. Crying out, Chryssa tried to fight back, only to receive a short, sharp slap on her butt. "Hold still, I'm not going to hurt you, stupid girl," Matron said. Resentfully, Chryssa held still, moaning a little bit as warmth flooded her anus, soothing the irritated channel and making quite a few of the aches dissipate. If Matron would just TELL her what was going on instead of demanding unthinking obedience, Chryssa would have a much easier time of it. Not that she said that, right now, because she had a feeling such a statement would be seen as disrespectful or disobedient and right now Matron was happy with her. Chryssa would rather get her bath and have a happy Matron than upset the giant female and end up being punished instead. "Take a bath now. I'll send up some food for you and when you're done, Tralik will come to take you to more training," Matron said, patting Chryssa's bottom as she put the Terran back on her feet. "Tonight you'll be helping out in the kitchens." "But I can't cook," Chryssa protested, alarmed. Truthfully, she could cook, but only Terran dishes. So far she hadn't recognized a lot of the food that was served in House Exotica, and even when she did, the quality of the food served was so much higher than anything she'd ever produced. Matron just laughed, which sounded like rocks grinding together. A happy Matron was almost more disturbing than an angry one. "You won't need to." A pat on the head and Matron was on her way, lumbering out of the room. Chryssa bit her lip to keep from asking more questions. Bath now. Questions later. Priorities. ****** When Tralik came, he took her back to the room he'd had her in before. Chryssa didn't know why he didn't just train her in her own room, but he seemed to prefer his space. Maybe that was why, just another show of dominance over her. Like she somehow didn't already know that he was in charge. "Today, we're going to work some more on your oral technique," he announced. At least this time he gave her a pad to put under her knees. Tralik sat in his chair, his legs spread, while she wore her tongue out licking his balls and shaft under his direction. "Now gently suck my ball into your mouth, make sure not to use any teeth... that's it... roll it around... I want to feel your tongue..." "Up and down, like it's a piece of candy." Meat candy. Ha. "Pay attention to the slit, really try to work your tongue into it... yes, that's good... now all around the crown... especially the underside... good girl..." Chryssa hadn't realized how many muscles she had in her tongue until they all began to ache from use. His cock was covered in her saliva, leaving it wet and glistening, and he could obviously tell that she was tiring. Fisting his hand in her hair, he pulled her up a little higher. "Now take me in your mouth... good... don't forget your tongue. Up and down, little girl, it's not that hard." She longed to just chomp down on him, but she didn't even want to think about what he might do to her if she did. At least she didn't have to use her tongue as much now that she was sucking on him. How long had she been doing this? Her knees were beginning to ache... "Deeper... that's it - no, don't choke, try to swallow me." The jerk was making her try to deep throat again, although part of her was turned on by that, another part of her resented him. Still, she'd noticed how interested Lord Plath had been in having her suck him. His cock had been a lot more interesting though, with all of its sensitive little spots. It had also tasted better, sweeter and not as musky. Like it actually was candy. "Mmmm that's it... good job... just like that..." Chryssa realized that thinking about the Licken wasn't just making her horny, it was also helping her do a better job of sucking Tralik's cock. She still gagged a bit as the head hit the back of her throat, but when she was thinking about Lord Plath, it didn't bother her as much. In fact, she just wanted to suck him deeper. Something hot and needy tingled between her legs as her tired tongue lapped at the underside of Tralik's cock. It was patently unfair that the male who most inspired her libido was part of the race that had kidnapped her. She wanted to resent him, but just thinking about his hard body and all the ways he'd taken her and pleasured her, had her pussy up and revving again. It didn't even matter that her ass twinged a bit in anxious protest, still a bit sore from being deflowered. Apparently Tralik and Matron both realized that she must be sore there, because there had been no plug today. Part of her was almost starting to regret that. At least she'd having something inside of her, now that she was starting to get kind of horny. Holding her hair tighter, Tralik was thrusting in the chair, groaning with pleasure. Her hands splayed on his thickly muscled thighs, she dug her fingers in, letting him take full control, trying to relax her throat as he fucked her mouth. With her tongue dancing across the underside of his cock, she could feel the pulse of his cum just before it came spraying out of his dick and into the back of her throat. Convulsively, she swallowed, sucking each jet from him and taking it straight down into her belly. The warmth seemed to travel even lower, down to her core, where her pussy clenched emptily. Dammit, she was more than just a little horny. Sighing happily, Tralik opened his eyes, caressing her hair as she continued sucking on his slowly softening dick. "Good girl, always follow through." He glanced at the clock and sighed again, this time sounding more regretful than anything else. "I'd like to keep you here for longer, but you're needed down in the kitchen." Chryssa pulled her mouth away from his dick and scowled up at him. "I told Matron I can't cook." It bothered her that they would expect her to do labor on top of the things she was already doing. Wasn't it enough that she was a whore? At least she enjoyed parts of that, even if this wasn't how she was planning on spending the rest of her life. She hadn't forgotten her plans to escape, she just wasn't ready to act on them yet. Even if she knew more about this planet and how to get off of it, they were still watching her too closely here. There was too much to do before she even prepared to make an attempt. Besides... there were some perks in the meantime. Especially if she could convince Tralik to keep her here instead of sending her down to the kitchen. She shifted her expression from scowling to seductive, running her hand over the tips of her nipples. This time he hadn't bothered with undoing her top, and the silky fabric felt good as it shifted over the engorged buds. "I'd much rather stay here with you." That was the truth, although she didn't really want to keep using her mouth. She was sure that she could talk him into something else. Something that would be pleasurable for both of them. "Minx," Tralik said, with a patronizing pat on the head that made her grit her teeth. "Come on, I'll take you to the kitchen." Far too closely watched to think about escaping yet. Grumbling internally, Chryssa trotted along behind him to the kitchen. She was going to need to be much more trusted before they stopped escorting her everywhere apparently. ****** Chryssa moaned, her pussy clenching as it tingled, like little bubbles were popping incessantly inside of it. Her duties in the kitchen weren't anything like what she would have expected. Upon arrival, Tralik had taken her over to a corner where there was a strange looking wooden table with nothing on it. That's because Chryssa was going on it. There was a place for her breasts so that they could hang down, restraints for her wrists, ankles and midsection, and padding for her hips so that they didn't bruise as she moaned and writhed. The cook had shown her the strange orange fruit, that kind of looked like a zucchini, which she was going to be helping 'prepare.' Apparently, the bezzir was considered a delicacy when it was seeped in pussy juices. Tralik had grinned, watching her facial expression when she'd met the cook's three helpers for dessert that evening. They were little aliens, about three feet tall and bright blue. Although their shape was humanoid, they were hairless and toothless, their mouths shaped like little suckers. They'd quickly scurried under the table and two of them had latched onto her nipples while the third sucked her clit into its strange little mouth. She'd already been horny, but the hard triple suction had her pussy quickly becoming even more wet. That was when they'd slid the fruit in and she'd discovered its strange, fizzing properties when it came into contact with her juices. The little aliens beneath her plumped her breasts with their hands, sucking on her tits for all they were worth, while the third alternated between sucking on her clit and pumping the fruit back and forth in her pussy. Before he left, Tralik gagged her, saying that it was to keep her from distracting the cooks. If he meant because she was soon going to be begging for orgasm, then he would be right. Her nipples felt so sore and swollen as they were sucked, so ready to explode, and yet the little alien who sucked her clit wouldn't let her reach the pinnacle. That sucking mouth tormented her, the pumping fruit making her writhe uncontrollably, and yet he was a master at never allowing her to quite reach orgasm. Tears of frustration started to roll down her cheeks as she jerked uselessly at her restraints. If she ever got her hands on these sucking little teases... well she'd do something awful to them, that was for sure. Her pussy gripped and tingled, burning and aching with the need to cum, and yet every time she thought she was going to, the stimulation would stop and she would scream her frustration into her gag. With all the noise going on in the kitchen, her muffled sounds were easily swallowed up. Definitely not distracting for any of the other helpers. Fruit after fruit was shoved into her pussy and pumped as her juices flowed, coating the surface of each exotic edible. Her clit felt like it had swollen to four times its usual size from all the sucking, her nipples were distended, and if she hadn't been gagged she'd have been begging for someone to finish her off. All she needed was a few seconds of steady stimulation to her clit and she'd go off like a rocket. It was a good thing the table completely supported her body weight, because she couldn't do anything but hang there, lost in her own world of torturous pleasure, hoping and praying that she'd be allowed to cum. "This is the last one," she heard the deep voice of the cook announce as he patted her bottom with one of his tentacles. There were too many of them to count, and at first she'd been a bit repulsed by him, but now she didn't care that he was touching her. All she could think was 'last one!' "You've been a good girl. Go ahead and let her come." Chryssa only had a second to rejoice at this turn of events before another fruit was being shoved into needy snatch, and then her swollen clit was being sucked into the mouth of the alien that had been tormenting her. She screamed into the gag as her orgasm slammed into her, making her buck and heave against the restraints at the intensity of her ecstasy. She was too far gone to be able to control her movements, her pussy spasming and coating the last fruit with her orgasm, juices spilling down the insides of her thighs. She sobbed with relief and rapture, practically collapsing on top of the table as her climax finally wound down, the waves assaulting her slowly receding. The onslaught had been so intense that she barely noticed that Tralik had returned. She hummed in contentment as her wrists and ankles were massaged, shivering as her pussy was cleaned. The swollen folds were so sensitive to the touch, it was almost painful to have a soft, warm, damp cloth rubbing against them. Gathering her up in his arms, Tralik took her back to her room and helped her into bed. Her legs were too weak and trembly for her to even try to stand on her own. "Good job tonight," he said, patting her bottom before pulling the covers over her body. Her eyes were closed, but if they hadn't been, she would have rolled them at his patronizing tone. "I'll see you tomorrow." From Terra Ch. 10 Chryssa spent the next week at House Exotica cloistered away from the clients. She did meet several of the other women, and was even starting to become friendly with one named Merxia, a very pretty humanoid from a planet called Braxx. According to Merxia, Braxx celebrated sex, but you couldn't get paid for it there. A lot of the pretty golden skinned and haired citizens left in order to make their money selling their services to the rest of the galaxy, before retiring at home. Chryssa was fascinated by the idea of a society where sex wasn't at all taboo and anyone could do anything. Merxia's stories about the mass orgies were as thrilling as they were a bit horrifying to Chryssa. She couldn't even imagine what such an event might be like. Her days were spent with either Matron or Tralik, who seemed to be taking turns keeping an eye on her. Matron did "obedience" training with her, which (as far as Chryssa could tell) consisted of giving her various orders and spanking her when she didn't follow them. Mostly they involved playing with her own body parts or showing them off in one way or another, which was bothering her less and less, so she didn't get spanked very often after the first day. Matron seemed pleased with her progress. So was Tralik. Chryssa still gagged at first, but she'd gotten to the point where she could take the full length of his cock into her mouth. When she did really well, he would fuck her as a reward. Sometimes his arrogance really grated on her, but she couldn't deny that she did love being fucked by him. Especially since she wasn't currently getting any pleasure from anywhere else, except for when she got herself off under Matron's direction. Playing with herself was fun, but somehow it was so much better with a real cock. She couldn't quite define the difference, just that she preferred a partner. So she was actually kind of excited when Matron told her that the next day she was going to have a paying client. She'd found out from Merxia that having paying clients meant a lot of things - not only would she be working off her "debt" to the house, but she'd also get spending money and be able to go visit the shops. Escorted of course, but at least she'd be able to get out of the house and explore some more of this planet. Find out a bit more about it. Her client was named Sysslen and he was a Vloss. Chryssa had no idea what that was until she asked Merxia over dinner. The Vloss looked like a cross between Terrans and lizards, Merxia said. They had beautiful beaded dark green skin, claws and a tail, but they walked upright on two legs and were quite tall. Merxia went on a bit rapturously about their wonderfully flexible tongues, but Merxia tended to go into rapture about a lot of things, so Chryssa was withholding judgment. The description of the Vloss was a little odd to her, because she'd never heard or or seen anything like what Merxia described, but she figured he couldn't be any scarier than the shark thing she'd fucked her first day at House Exotica. At least, Merxia didn't say anything about sharp, scary teeth. The morning of her first client, Matron came and gave Chryssa a very thorough bath, with special soaps that made her skin smell flowery. She much preferred bathing herself though. Matron's hands were rough, and so were her fingers as she poked them into Chryssa's pussy and anus, making sure that they were clean. Even so, when she rubbed Chryssa's nipples and clit, the little pleasure buds perked up. Tralik hadn't fucked her yesterday and so she was already horny, and Matron's rough manipulations made her body feel even more sensitive. She was definitely ready for pleasure, even if it was from a being that was paying for the privilege. Her first impression of Sysslen when he came in was that he looked a bit like a Licken with his green skin, but he was more iridescent, almost shining under the lights. He looked her up and down, wearing the dark red silky toga and simple belt that Matron had put her in, and grinned, his forked tongue flicking out from his lipless mouth as if tasting the air. Chryssa couldn't help put stare and wonder what that tongue would feel like inside of her. The alien towered over her, he was even taller than Lord Plath, but he didn't have humanoid muscles the way the Licken had. In fact, the way his hips were shaped, Chryssa wasn't quite sure how they were supposed to have sex. Matron had just told her that Sysslen preferred to control his women and to do whatever he said. She seemed to be banking on Chryssa's lack of experience to appeal to him, just as it had to Lord Plath. "Very pretty, Terran," Sysslen said in a hissing kind of voice. His agile tongue made the words sound very clipped and precise, but he elongated the vowels. Looking her up and down, he paced around her, giving her a good look at the tail that extruded from his pants and was obviously keeping him balanced as he walked. "So, you are the new girl?" "Yes, Sess," Chryssa said, following Matron's directions about what to call him. Sess was a Vloss honorific, something like 'my lord.' "How do you like being a whore, so far?" From someone else, Chryssa might have bristled at the question, but Sysslen didn't sound like he was trying to insult her, he was just curious. Maybe to him, calling someone a whore wasn't an insult. Besides, that was what she was now, wasn't it? "Some parts of it are very nice," she said, craning her neck back to look up at him. The beaded skin of his face was kind of fascinating to look at; she wondered what it would feel like, but she didn't reach up to touch it because she wasn't sure how he would react. He had no lips, and his nose was more like two nostrils on a more rounded part of his face; his eyes were almond shaped and the pupils were slitted. Definitely not anything familiar to her, but not entirely frightening either. "Disrobe," he said, after a moment, cocking his head to the side. Chryssa got the feeling she was being tested. Strangely, she also somehow received the impression that if her answer had been different, he might not have told her to undress. There was an air about him that was different from the other males she'd come across, as if he was only interested in a female who would welcome his touch. Well, right now Chryssa would. She was horny and he was here with a big ole bulge in his pants. Not to mention that forked tongue. After everything Merxia had said, Chryssa was more than a little eager to experience the pleasures that tongue could bring. She wasn't immediately attracted to him as she had been to Lord Plath, but as he cupped her breasts with his hands, the textured beading of his skin rubbing over the sensitive mounds, her arousal spiked. His skin was much cooler than hers, although it quickly warmed, and the strange texture felt good. Her nipples tightened into little buds that ached as he squeezed her breast flesh, and she moaned, arching into him. Sysslen chuckled. "Is this one of the parts that are very nice?" "Oh yes, Sess," she said immediately, meeting his gaze again so that he could see how much she was enjoying it. Chryssa wanted more. Not surprisingly, just like Tralik, he responded to the open invitation in her eyes. Leaning down, he flicked his tongue over her nipple. Chryssa gasped. The surface of his tongue was raspy and rough, abrading the sensitive bud, and it felt amazing. He didn't have lips, so he couldn't suck on her nipple, but she watched in amazement as that long, thin red tongue wrapped around her nipple and squeeze the little bud, moving over it like fabric sliding around its diameter. Chryssa moaned, reaching out to hold onto his arms to keep from falling over. Sysslen switched sides, wetting her other nipple with his tongue, making the little buds swell until her pussy was throbbing with need. "That feels... oh god, I can't even describe how that feels," she said, in between her moans. With his tongue wrapped around her nipple, tugging at it, Sysslen couldn't respond, but he made an eager hissing noise that she supposed was his version of a groan. Not that she really cared. From what she'd gleaned from the other females in House Exotica, men got off pretty easily. She didn't need to do much but spread her legs and let them enjoy themselves. On the other hand, a woman's body needed a little more work. So she wasn't too concerned about Sysslen enjoying himself, she was much more concerned about whether or not she was going to. Although, right now, things were looking very good for her. Sysslen reached behind her to grip her ass, squeezing the firm cheeks as he continued to torment her nipple with his raspy tongue. She wanted to fall down on the ground and take him with her, although she didn't think she could spread her legs enough for his haunches. His hips were more like a lizard's than a human's, and she wasn't sure how the bulge in his pants was supposed to reach her if she was on her back. Yet, that's exactly how he ordered her to lie down once he'd unwrapped his tongue from her throbbing nipple. "On the bed, on your back," were his exact words. "Spread your legs." Chryssa complied eagerly. Her nipples were aching little points, bobbling on her breasts as she got into position. The Vloss' pupils seemed to enlarge and then thin into little slits as he looked at her pretty pink pussy, all creamy and wet and ready for him. "Have you had your pussy licked before, new girl?" he asked, his clipped words becoming slightly less precise as he became more sexually excited. She nodded her head eagerly. "Yes, Sess, but never by a Vloss. I would really like you to lick me... I've been told it's the best." Her words were clumsy, not at all the seductive tantalization that House Exotica's females usually tempted clients with, but they were all the more powerful because of that. After Lord Plath had been so enchanted by Chryssa's untrained ways, Matron had decided to give the Terran less training than the other females had been given. The bonus the Licken lord had given the House for Chryssa's services had convinced her that perhaps Chryssa's very uniqueness and lack of sophistication could actually help. Especially because the Terran was more than eager in her training sessions with Tralik. Most new acquisitions needed a longer period to adjust to their new life, whereas Chryssa had taken to it easily and quickly. Matron's business acumen was about to be rewarded. Although Sysslen was a long-time customer of House Exotica, he'd never been quite so aroused as he was by the guileless, plain speech of this attractive, little Terran. While Terrans were always quite lusty, they'd also been well-trained in responding and catering to their clients. There was nothing of that in Chryssa's speech or her gaze. She was speaking nothing but the honest truth, her transparent desire for pleasure was like an aphrodisiac to the alien. He buried his muzzle in her sweet snatch, his long tongue flicking up and down her folds and making her gasp as its raspy length rubbed against the sensitive lips of her pussy. Chryssa moaned, her hips moving up and down, whimpering a bit as Sysslen's clawed hands pressed down on her lower body, holding her in place and at the mercy of his tongue. It felt amazing. Completely different from any of the other males who had used their mouths on her. A Vloss' tongue could move in ways that no other creature in the universe's could duplicate. It vibrated, flexed and curled, its raspy surface sending Chryssa wild. Her juices flowed freely as she moaned and tried to buck her hips, wanting to rub her pussy all over Sysslen's lipless mouth. "Oh yes... oh yes... oh Sysslen... Right there... that feels amazing... oh my god... I love your tongue!" Chryssa pressed her hands down onto the Vloss' head as he slipped his tongue up inside her, nearly making her scream as the raspy length fluttered against her pussy walls. While Sysslen used his oral technique in order to prepare a woman's body to accept his cock, he'd never had one respond quite like Chryssa. She was obviously completely involved in achieving her own orgasm... strangely, her selfishness actually made him want to pleasure her more. She came so hard she practically vibrated when he slid his tongue back out of her pussy and wrapped it around the swollen bud of her clit, the same way he'd wrapped her nipples with it. The textured surface made the stimulation so intense that it was almost painful, and Chryssa's fingers dug into the top of his head, pressing down hard on the beaded skin, as she screamed her ecstasy. Merxia hadn't been kidding about those talented Vloss tongues. Chryssa was riding high on a cloud of bliss as Sysslen finally pulled his tongue from her sopping slit and turned her onto her stomach. A padded wedge had been provided near her bed, which would support her body - a necessity since she didn't think her shaky legs could have held her up. For a male Vloss to fornicate, it was necessary that the female be bent over in front of them, their legs together so that the Vloss' limbs were outside of hers. Sysslen put Chryssa in that position before taking off his pants. She would later find out that it was rare for any species outside of their own to see a Vloss' cock, something that Merxia hadn't mentioned to her because she'd been too caught up in describing their tongues. It was long and thick, like a Terran's, but the tip was a bulging mass of what looked like spines, one two separate heads. Neither head was very large, but put together with the spines, and it was quite an intimidating piece of equipment. Spines also decorated the shaft, they were actually quite pliable, but they didn't look as though they would be, and females who weren't familiar with the Vloss had been known to panic when faced with such an unusual cock. Chryssa just knew that it felt very strange pushing against the opening of her pussy. The head was very thick, even thicker than Lord Plath's, which was why Sysslen had made sure she was very relaxed and still coated in her natural lubrication. Orally pleasuring a non-Vloss female before fucking her was practically a necessity for Vloss males. At least, if they wanted their partner to enjoy the experience. She gasped as her body finally opened and he began to push in. Even though she hadn't seen the spines, or his cock's twin heads, she could feel that there was something very different about his dick than any she'd encountered before. Just when she had thought that she was starting to get a handle on the different types of alien anatomy, she was introduced to something completely new and different. If she hadn't been so aroused, the nubby protrusions might have scraped her insides in an uncomfortable way, but as it was, they felt incredibly good if also very strange. As he sank in, the twin heads and spines pushed against the walls of her body, making her wriggle. Sysslen's hands rested gently but firmly around her hips, holding her in place on the wedge. His weight leaned into her, and she was grateful for the wedge's support. Then he began to pull out, and that thick, strange head made her groan as it rubbed along her sensitive walls. She gasped as it dragged over her g-spot, making her clench and spasm. Sliding her hands between herself and the wedge, she began to squeeze her breasts, pinching her nipples as pleasure washed over her. Sysslen watched with amusement as the randy little Terran squeezed her breasts, even though he couldn't see exactly what she was doing, there was no mistaking her self-involvement. He found her eagerness to cum again quite arousing. Terrans were often quite sexual, but so far he'd never met one that was so ill-trained as to ignore him in favor of herself. The novelty actually appealed to him, especially as her pussy gushed with more cream while she pinched and squeezed her nipples, moaning and bucking her hips up towards him. The experience was much more genuine than any he'd had before. Carefully, slowly, he began to fuck her, allowing her pussy to adjust to the strangeness of his cock. Despite the wedge, Chryssa managed to push herself back towards him every time he thrust forward, eager to feel the spines rubbing over her g-spot. If she'd seen his cock, she probably wouldn't have been quite so eager, but she had no idea how intimidating it looked, only how good it felt. The wet sound of his cock gliding in and out of her was interspersed with her moans and his occasional grunts as he began to pick up the pace. Chryssa's pussy was soaked through, her clit pressing against the edge of the wedge every time Sysslen thrust home. She wanted to cum again so badly, and if she'd thought she could lift her body up enough to play with her clit, she would have done so. Instead, she took her passion out on her nipples, squeezing the tender buds tightly and twisting them back and forth. The tips rubbed against the fabric of the wedge, adding to the multitude of sensations. The Vloss' slow pace was starting to make her feel a bit frantic, making the climb to her climax feel interminably long. "Harder... please, Sysslen, fuck me harder... I need it," she begged, wagging her hips up and down. There wasn't a male in the universe who could have ignored a plea like that, especially since it was obvious she wasn't just saying the words, like a well-trained courtesan, she absolutely meant them. He could feel her pussy pulling at him, squeezing him. Letting his caution slide away, he began to pump harder, faster, filling her the way he had longed to do. Chryssa cried out as his strange cock traveled through her body, verging on painful and yet bringing her such incredible pleasure. "Oh yes... oh fuck yes... oh Sysslen, just like that!" Chryssa wriggled and writhed, her clit rubbing against the wedge, her pussy at just the right angle for Sysslen's cock to stimulate her g-spot with every stroke. She pinched her nipples so hard she thought she might have flattened them, and the tortured ecstasy went straight to her core. "Fuck! Oh fuck yes!" She screamed out his name as she came, her pussy gripping him so tightly that he could barely move. The sacs inside his body tightened and suddenly Chryssa felt herself being filled with what felt like a gallon of searing, hot cum. The spines on his cock vibrated against her womb, making her shriek and writhe as wave after wave of orgasm crashed against her. The beaded quality of his skin only made the sensations more intense as his body rubbed against her pussy lips, his hands gripping her tightly, the tips of his talons digging into her skin. Not that she noticed any discomfort, she was too far gone in sexual bliss, utterly sated from the orgasms that had wracked her. Moving her hands out from under her body, she let her breasts press against the wedge as she closed her eyes, sighing with pleasure as she felt Sysslen shrinking inside of her. His grip on her hips lessened, caressing her, as he murmured to her in his language, sibilant sounds that soothed, like a soft hissing murmur. The tender buds of her nipples felt good pressed against the wedge, no longer pinched between her fingers. By the time she opened her eyes again, Sysslen had his pants back on. He leaned over and flicked his tongue over her lips, the closest he could come to kissing her. "You are a treasure, Chryssa," he said, caressing one breast. "Don't let them change you too much." Ha. She wasn't going to let anyone change her at all, she thought, her eyelids fluttering as Sysslen left the room. And right now she was going to take a quick nap. ****** Matron was exceedingly pleased with the bonus that Sysslen left, as well as his high praise. It seemed that her strategy in leaving this particular Terran mostly untrained was paying off admirably. Such a tactic wouldn't work with many of the young women, but Chryssa had just the right amount of innocence, eagerness, aloofness and spirit to pull it off. From Terra Ch. 10 Word quickly went out, to those who would be interested, that House Exotica had acquired a new girl who was well worth a visit. From Terra Ch. 11 Chryssa didn't know it, but after Sysslen, more than one customer asked specifically for her favors. However, Matron wasn't taking any chances with her new girl or her new strategy. Some of those who wanted Chryssa just wanted to break in the new girl, to see if they could bend her to their will. That wasn't the kind of client Matron wanted for Chryssa, because if any of them succeeded, it would mean that Chryssa would become just like the other girls, rather than a novelty. She had time to select Chryssa's next client anyway. For a full day after Sysslen, Chryssa was given time to rest and her pussy recover from the Vloss' assault. Merxia informed her that was fairly standard for Vloss encounters. They could take a lot out of a girl. She also had to go through Tralik pushing a healer's probe into her cunt, ensuring that the Vloss hadn't done any damage to her sensitive interiors. Since she was just a bit sore, that had been a bit alarming. Being the curious type, Chryssa couldn't help but wonder exactly what made a Vloss' cock so unique and such a concern about injury, which was when she'd found out that the other girls in the house didn't know. Well, if Chryssa ever saw a Vloss again, she was going to make it her mission to find out! As soon as she had that thought, Chryssa shook it away. She was supposed to be thinking up ways to escape, not about seeing alien cock if they didn't want to share. On her day off, other than checking out her pussy and receiving a blow job to keep her "in practice," Tralik actually left her to her own devices, as did Matron. Although Matron did stop by to tell her that she'd earned a bonus. Of course, Chryssa didn't actually know how much closer that would put her to paying off House Exotica for the price they'd paid for her. She took the opportunity to explore more of the house, although she didn't venture onto the streets. The entrances were guarded by aliens from Matron's home planet, their chins quivering with interest as she walked by. Chryssa quickly skirted away. Unfortunately there were no windows on the lower floor, just the upper floors, so if she decided to use a window, she'd need some way of getting down to the ground since there was nothing but hard pavement. The next day, Matron told her to prepare for another client. This one came from the planet J'x, and Merxia told her over breakfast that meant he basically looked human except bigger. All over. She winked as she said it. Chryssa just raised her eyebrow. She didn't see what was so exciting about being bigger. After all the strange cocks she'd discovered, Tralik's was kind of boring by comparison, although it still felt good. If she had to pick a favorite cock, so far she would say Lord Plath's. Although she wasn't sure if it was entirely his dick, or if it had just been him. He was the only male so far that she'd been truly attracted to, rather than just curious about what he could do for her. Even if he was Licken. After all, he wasn't the one who had captured her. Of course, she knew that deep down, she wasn't even all that pissed about being captured anymore. She wanted her freedom, of course, because she didn't like knowing that someone else thought they "owned" her, but at the same time, she was much happier here at House Exotica than she had been back on Terra. There were no men groping her, unless they were paying for it, and so far she'd found a great deal of pleasure in her work. Definitely not something that would have happened on Terra. At least here, everyone was honest about wanting sexual pleasure. It wasn't sordid or treated as a disgusting secret. Plus, it felt really, really good. Chryssa even hummed merrily to herself as she prepared for her next client. She wriggled underneath the silky fabric of her dress, letting it slide over her nipples and butt, twisting in the mirror to admire how pretty she looked in the dark rose pink. It was the exactly color of her nipples. Brushing her hands over her breasts, she cupped them and squeezed, closing her eyes as she sighed with pleasure. She was horny. Hell, maybe this was the right kind of work for her, although she'd rather be doing it by choice. Matron had told the truth when she'd said the aphrodisiac Chryssa had originally been given only dealt on what was there. After having seen so many different aliens, Chryssa had to admit that she didn't even really cared what they looked like or if she was attracted to them... she just wanted to get off. Well... maybe she cared a little. As she squeezed her breasts, she realized that she was picturing Lord Plath - Zyander's - face, remembering what it felt like when his hands were on her breasts. She couldn't care less if any of her clients ever returned, unless it was him. Remembering the way he'd been the first time she'd seen him, with the other House workers crawling all over him, made her feel an uncomfortable surge of jealousy. And arousal. Man she was fucked up. "Hmmm, well this is a pretty picture." Chryssa gasped, whirling around at the deep voice. Her client was here and she hadn't even heard the door open! The J'x, his name was M'x'r she remembered Matron saying, was standing in the doorway, his huge arms crossed over a seriously impressive chest. Even though the doorway was very high, he filled it completely and he must have had to duck his head to get through! Merxia hadn't been kidding when she said that J'x were like Terrans but bigger. Bigger was a major understatement. He was at least seven feet tall, massively muscular, and totally gorgeous. Also, kind of terrifying just because he was so freaking huge. Chryssa had fought the Licken raiding party back on Terra, but if this guy had been with them, she would have run and she wouldn't have been the least bit embarrassed about it. White teeth flashed in his tanned face, he brushed locks of black hair back out of his dark eyes, and gave her a little nod. "Keep going, beautiful, don't let me stop you. Pinch those pretty little nipples." Half dazed, Chryssa did exactly what he said, and shivered a little as a rush of pleasure went straight through her and fizzed in her belly. As hot as M'x'r was, she still didn't get quite the same lustful burst of need that she had over Lord Plath... but it was good enough. Especially since M'x'r was the one here in the room with her, devouring her with his dark eyes. His gaze was riveted to her breasts as she pinched her nipples, rubbing them through the slick fabric of her dress. When his eyes met hers again, they were hot and hungry. "I've heard you're a greedy little thing," he said, sounding completely approving. He stepped inside her room, closing the door behind him. "Come on over here and let's see how good I can make you feel." The order was said with the smug certainty of a male who knew he could make her feel very good. Chryssa didn't have a problem with that, although as she approached him, she could feel trepidation replacing some of her excitement. He was just so very big! She barely came up to his nipples! And he was thick around too, even though he didn't have an ounce of fat on him. The bodysuit he was wearing clung to him like a second skin, although the loin cloth that went over it obscured her view of his cock. "Such a little beauty," he said, trailing his finger down one of her cheeks. She squeaked, her eyes going wide as he picked her up, handling her like she weighed nothing. As he settled her in front of him, her legs automatically went around his hips and she wrapped her arms around his neck, watching him with big eyes. Her core pressed against his loincloth and she could feel a very large bulge rubbing against her. Oh no... was EVERYTHING in proportion? Not that she had much time to worry about that as M'x'r kept one arm firmly wrapped around her, the other cupping her breast as he caught her lips with a kiss. Man, could he kiss. Chryssa opened her lips for him, letting his tongue thrust into her mouth, and she moaned as he ran his thumb over her nipple. He tasted like cinnamon and apples. She stiffened a bit as he started moving, walking them over to the bed, never stopping kissing her. At first she was afraid that he would bump into something or drop her, but he didn't seem to have any trouble maneuvering around the furniture while simultaneously kneading her breast and shoving his tongue down her throat. Chryssa relaxed, rubbing her body against his, sparking little shocks of pleasure from her pussy. She could actually feel him chuckle as he kept kissing her. He tossed her on the bed and she squealed at the suddenness, landing in a heap with her pussy completely on display, the drape of her dress falling off to the side. "Very pretty," M'x'r said, approvingly as he began to pull of his body suit. Chryssa realized that it was actually attached to the loin cloth as he peeled it away. He was just as muscled as he appeared and... oh holy fuck... Her eyes bulged as she got her first good look at his cock. J'x were apparently exactly like Terrans, except bigger. Everywhere. The head of his cock was just as thick as Lord Plath's had been, but, unlike the Licken's, M'x'r's cock stayed just as thick all the way down his long shaft. No vibrating rings of pleasure or anything to help. She made a distressed squeaking noise, her first instinct being to crawl away from that giant cock. Laughing, M'x'r reached out and grabbed her ankle. "Where do you think you're going, beautiful?" "That is soooo not going to fit inside me," Chryssa told him. She wasn't dumb enough to try and kick him, but she would run if she could. There was no way Matron could expect her to do this! "You're too big." M'x'r's grin widened. "You'll be fine. I promise." She rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah, now I feel so much better. Since you promise." The big J'x just laughed. She scowled at him. "Come here, beautiful, you can try wrapping your mouth around it first." Because of his words, Chryssa expected to find herself on her knees in front of him, but instead she found herself on all fours hovering over him. Backwards. Her pussy was hovering somewhere above his chest, her hands planted on either side of his hips. He wasted no time pulling off her dress either. The damn things were made to come off easily, considering that the two sides of fabric weren't even sewn together. She sighed. No foreplay for her at all? Lowing her head to his cock, she licked the tip. Yeah. Apples and cinnamon. This could be worse. Maybe if she got him off in her mouth, he'd keep that pussy-destroyer away from the rest of her. Wrapping both hands around the base of his cock, she started licking more fervently. When she got her hands around his cock, she realized that it was already kind of wet, as if he had his own lubrication seeping through his skin. Maybe that was how his people managed to work these monsters into females. "Mmmm..." The happy noise came from behind her, just as his hands slid up the back of her thighs. Her skin prickled as he came close to her pussy, his thumbs brushing her labia as he squeezed her buttocks. That was nice. Deciding to encourage that, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and took the head of his cock between her lips. It was a tight fit, but she managed, and he groaned with pleasure as her tongue flicked over the circular hole at the very tip. Definitely just like a Terran. But bigger. The entire tip of her tongue fit easily into the hole, and she could taste the cinnamon even more strongly now. Her jaw ached a bit as she began to move her head down his shaft, there was no room at all for her to closer her mouth even a little bit. Fortunately he didn't seem to mind her teeth scraping against his cock as she moved her head up and down. He groaned as he bucked his hips, pushing his cock in and out of her mouth. Chryssa moaned too as he pulled her pussy down onto his waiting mouth, his tongue lapping up the center of her slit. There was something highly erotic about both of them using their mouths to pleasure each other at the same time. Why hadn't Tralik shown her how to do this? This was fun! Way more fun than just focusing on sucking cock, since she was getting her own pleasure at the same time! Chryssa took more of him into her mouth, grinding her pussy down onto his face. M'x'r didn't seem to have a problem with that. His hands squeezed and kneaded her butt cheeks as his tongue pushed into her pussy, fucking her with it. The vibrations of her moans went up his cock, her own palm squeezing the base of the monster dick tightly while she writhed on top of him. Little starbursts of pleasure wracked her as her clit rubbed against his chin. The taste of apples and cinnamon was becoming overwhelming. She was never going to be able to eat apple pie again without thinking of M'x'r's dick. So she was kind of disappointed when he pushed her off of his face, lifting her up. She'd been really enjoying sucking his cock, even if she could only get a little more than half of it between her lips, despite her lessons with Tralik. Plus, she'd been really close to orgasm from humping his face. M'x'r's eyes looked like they were glowing as he easily turned her around to face him, his big hands spanning her waist. Chryssa found herself hovering over his cock, which was seemed a lot less scary now that she was aching inside from the need to cum. He'd gotten her so close before he'd lifted her off his mouth! "Such a greedy Terran," he said, although he sounded more approving than displeased, despite his words. "If you're going to cum, you're going to do it on my cock... but I'll let you go at your own pace. Fuck me, Chryssa." His cock nuzzled against her pussy lips, but he didn't thrust up or pull her down. He just waited. Chryssa groaned as she began to push down on the giant rod, her hands pressed against his chest to help brace her body as it began to lower. M'x'r didn't move his hands from around her waist, which was good, because her leg muscles weren't going to be able to hold her in a half-crouched position for very long. This was so much easier when the male just went all alpha. Then again, she should be glad that M'x'r wasn't, because his cock was seriously huge. Chryssa panted as the giant head began to stretch open her pussy. It felt like a log was being pressed against her body. Even though she was soaking wet and aching to cum, she was relieved that he was producing some of his own lubrication as well... it made the slide of his cock into her pussy just a tiny bit easier. As the first inch pushed in, she whimpered, trembling a bit as her body struggled to adjust. The entrance of her pussy burned a bit in discomfort, her muscles protesting the new dimensions of her tight hole. Beneath her, M'x'r groaned, obviously tense from sexual need as well, but he still didn't force her down. Desperate to distract herself from the unrelenting pressure in her pussy, Chryssa grasped her breasts and began pinching her nipples, tweaking and rolling the little buds between her fingers. It helped. The added stimulation not only made her wetter, but the tiny sparks of pain made the discomfort in her pussy lessen by comparison. Just a bit. But enough that she was able to work herself up and down, taking a little bit more of that giant shaft into her body. "Fuuuuuck... oh god... that's so big..." Chryssa moaned, panting some more as gravity began to overcome her leg muscles and she began to slide down M'x'r's cock a little faster. It burned and she throbbed around him, feeling so incredibly stuffed full... and it felt really good. The only other time she'd felt quite this full had been when Lord Plath's cock expanded right before he'd pumped her full of cum. Of course, if M'x'r got any bigger when he came, she might actually burst. She moved up and down as best she could, giving her aching pussy time to adjust to the monster cock, pinching her nipples particularly hard. M'x'r watched her, his eyes still glowing with arousal, murmuring occasional encouragement as he fed more of his cock into her overstuffed pussy. Finally Chryssa had to lean forward, because his cock was nudging up against her womb when she was sitting straight up and it didn't feel good. M'x'r allowed her the lean, and she gasped, her pussy clenching down as her swollen clit pressed against his body. Oh that felt better... that felt much better! "Oooooh yeeeeees," she hissed out as she ground her pussy against his body. Her clit throbbed and the gargantuan pussy-destroyer inside of her started to feel a little less uncomfortable and a lot more pleasurable. "That's it, little Terran, ride me," M'x'r encouraged, looking pleased as Chryssa began to live up to her new reputation, her body instinctively seeking her own pleasure as she began to rock on his cock. It was kind of hard to move with all that cock inside of her, especially as the tip banged against her cervix if she didn't move carefully, but even that was starting to feel... well, not quite good, but not quite bad either. His cock rubbed against every inch of her inner walls, her g-spot tingling as her clit pressed down on his hard groin. The need to cum was rising again and Chryssa whimpered as she began to fuck him harder, the discomfort and slight pinpricks of pain melding into the sexual pleasure that was spiraling higher. Her pussy tingled the more they fucked, getting hotter and wetter, their juices mixing as she began to move a little faster and harder, rubbing her clit against his body for all she was worth. She needed to cum so badly... Reaching down between their bodies, she started rubbing the swollen nub, so that she could get just the right amount of stimulation. She could feel the rumble of M'x'r's chuckle as she rubbed hard and finally threw back her head as she cried out her pleasure. Her pussy spasmed, almost too full to climax, fluttering around the cock inside of it and unable to clench down the way she normally could... there was no space for her to clench down around. The ecstasy became more intense, almost painful, as her pussy tried to squeeze the cock inside of it and her aching muscles found that they couldn't tighten at all. Writhing on top of M'x'r's body, she rubbed her clit hard, barely noticing as he began to undulate beneath her, shoving his cock in hard and deep. It bounced off her cervix, sending fire bursts through her pleasure, her body overwhelmed by climaxing around such a huge cock. Chryssa's hand dropped away from her throbbing clit, the intense sensations becoming too much for her to handle. She moaned as M'x'r's strong hands began to lift and drop her on his cock as he thrust from beneath her. Feeling limp as a ragdoll, she couldn't stop the bursts of ecstasy mingled with pain that shuddered through her overextended pussy. After shocks of her orgasm burst even as she began to struggle slightly, her nerves and synapses overloaded. "Oh please!" Chryssa grasped his wrists, hanging on for dear life as M'x'r's thrusts went into overdrive. He was destroying her pussy, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. He was so much bigger and stronger than her, even when she was on top, holding her in place as he fucked her good and hard. She could even imagine what it would have been like if he'd been on top. Another orgasm wracked her as his cock pushed deep, the tip right next to her womb. She screamed as he pushed into her cervix and began to spurt. It was painful fire and blossoming ecstasy, all rolled together until she couldn't tell which was which. The intensity was too much, and white fireworks seemed to go off in front of her eyes as the darkness closed in. ****** Chryssa awoke, some hours later, to the sensation of something sliding out of her pussy. "Oooh..." she moaned, wincing in anticipation as she opened her eyes and closed her legs. To her surprise, the wince wasn't necessary. From Terra Ch. 11 Looking down at her, Tralik smirked and held up what looked like a silver cock. "It's just a medical probe, Chryssa. After taking M'x'r's cock, this should have felt like nothing. You're fine. Nothing torn. You over stretched your muscles a bit, but I had the probe release some pain-blockers and as long as you rest your pussy for the next 24 hours, you'll be fine." "Thanks," she murmured, her hand stroking down to gingerly touch her pussy lips. They felt a bit sore, but that soreness was already receding. Good grief, had she actually blacked out during sex? Guess there really was such thing as too much of a good thing. "No slacking though," Tralik said, smirking again. "I'll see you tomorrow for our usual lesson. I know you wouldn't want to miss a day of sucking my cock." Chryssa just rolled her eyes. The taste of apples and cinnamon lingered on her tongue, although she hadn't really noticed it until Tralik mentioned sucking cock again. "Do I have anything else I need to do today?" "No, just rest," he said, going from annoyingly arrogant to almost friendly and concerned. He was good at switching back and forth like that, Chryssa had noticed. When he was talking about sex, he could be such a pain in the ass, but when he was looking out for the girls and their well-being, he was almost like a big brother. It was weird. Sometimes it even made her miss her own brother. Heck, she was starting to think that if it wasn't her mission to eventually find her brother, she might not even mind just sticking around House Exotica until her "debt" was paid off... and longer. But she wanted her freedom and she wanted to at least attempt to find Jed - even knowing it was unlikely considering the size of the universe - and the sooner she got out of here, the sooner she could do that. From Terra Ch. 12 Matron and Tralik gave Chryssa a very restful day after her experience with M'x'r. Sure, she had her usual oral training session with Tralik, sucking his cock for nearly an hour as she got better and better at deep-throating, but he also gave her an orgasm by eating her out while he finger-fucked her ass. Chryssa still wasn't sure how she felt about the butt stuff, she couldn't help but blush red as he twisted his fingers back and forth in the tight hole, but she came incredibly hard anyway. Which was actually kind of more humiliating. It was just such an intimate area... at least he hadn't put a plug in it this time. They were definitely going easy on her. What she didn't realize was that Matron had talked to each of the males who had spent time with Chryssa, and they'd enjoyed her greediness for pleasure as much as they'd enjoyed the occasional blushes and moments of naivete, innocence and discovery. So she'd told Tralik to hold back on Chryssa's anal training, since that was definitely something that caused Chryssa's more innocent side to emerge. She was to be kept stretched, but not to get too used to being filled there. After her training session with Tralik, Chryssa was given a light lunch and then she was massaged, pampered and oiled, making her feel all light and glowy. There were definitely some major perks to being a whore at House Exotica. Chryssa went to bed that night feel absolutely fantastic. Fortunately her pussy was feeling much better too, because the next day Lord Plath arrived back at House Exotica and, unusually, demanded her as his for the day. Matron was surprised, since normally the Licken Lord enjoyed having the females competing for his attention before he chose the lucky lady he was going to spend more time with, but who was she to argue with one of her best customers? She set his men up in the usual room, so that they could flirt and enjoy the women before choosing one to spend some quality time with, and went to get Chryssa. ****** When Chryssa walked into the room, rather delighted that Lord Plath had asked for her again, she was surprised to see him sitting in a chair off to the side of the bed, looking rather moody. This particular pleasure room was set to be a sensual feast for the senses. The deep reds and blacks of the carpet, bed and draping fabrics made it seem like something almost out of a fairy-tale. The chair he was sitting on was a ruby wine color, its edges crusted with gold. She wondered what had put the Licken lord in such a bad mood. He was practically glowering at her from his seat, his handsome features brooding. Like before, his very presence made her feel antsy and excited. Out of all the males she'd met, no matter the pleasure they'd given her, he was certainly the one that she was most attracted to. "Hello my Lord, it's a pleasure to see you again," she said, walking forward and enjoying the way her dress brushed against her legs and nipples. The dark rose color of the fabric went well with the room and she knew she must look rather pretty. A flare of lust filled his eyes before his face settled back into a scowl. "Is it?" he asked, sardonically. Chryssa stifled a sigh. She'd dealt with men in moods before, just not since coming to House Exotica. Was it her job to tease him out of the mood? That's what she'd always done with her brother, Jed, at home. Then again, she ignored most other men's issues when they were having them. Did she care enough to try and cheer the Licken lord up? It wasn't something she normally had the patience for. She wasn't sure what Matron would expect of her. After all, she'd come into the room, expressed a pleasantry, moved seductively the way she'd been taught... so why wasn't he getting up from his chair and fucking her? This was not how she'd expected her next encounter with Lord Plath to go. She'd expected it to be a lot more pleasant. Ecstatic even. If he was going to be a boor, why couldn't he have chosen one of the other women? They were probably far more experienced at dealing with a grouchy man than Chryssa was. She didn't want to coddle him, she just wanted to have sex. "Should it not be?" she asked, trying to keep her voice level, but a little bit of her temper leaked in. No longer trying to be seductive, she strolled over to the bed and hopped up onto it, sitting mere feet away from him. He turned his head, some of his scowl lines fading as he looked over her legs. Since the "dresses" House Exotica provided were slit entirely up the sides, the fabric always fell between her thighs when she sat down, exposing her legs all the way up to the belt that cinched at her waist. The sides gaped too, showing off the edges of her breasts, but the Licken wasn't in a position to be able to see that. The silence stretched between them again as he studied her. Chryssa waited patiently, although he was rapidly running through her small store of the virtue. "I don't normally return to House Exotica after so short a period of time," he finally said, his voice clipped, as if he was admitting something that he didn't want to. Chryssa didn't understand why that would be such a hard thing to say. "Okaaaaay," she said, drawing out the word as she raised an eyebrow at him. She hoped he wasn't going to just want to sit here and talk. Not that she minded talking as a rule, but she'd been expecting a much more sexually pleasurable afternoon when she'd been told that Lord Plath had requested her services. Already she was aroused and remembering just how pleasurable her last experience had been with him. How commanding and dominating he'd been. So this dragging conversation wasn't really living up to her expectations of him. His eyes narrowed. "And I don't normally request the services of a particular whore." Chryssa rolled her eyes. He'd said it as if he was trying to insult her, but she'd come to accept what she was. For now. Wasn't like she had much of a choice, but she didn't exactly hate what she was doing anymore. "Don't roll your eyes at me," he snapped. Which made her want to roll them again, but she didn't. Instead she just sighed. "I don't really know what you want me to say," she said truthfully, deciding that she didn't care enough to try and tease him out of his mood. Sure, she'd done it for Jed, but that's because he was her brother. Here at House Exotica, she was a whore. She had to fuck the clientele, but as far as she knew, she didn't have responsibilities other than that. "I'm honored?" "Is that a question?" His voice was icy, something that Chryssa was fast losing patience with. Actually, she felt that she'd been plenty patient already. Why the hell had he requested her if he didn't want to fuck her? "No," she snapped. "I changed my mind, I'm not honored. Now are you going to fuck me or not?" Instead of responding, the Licken studied her, his scowl smoothing out until his face was completely blank of any emotion. It was a little disconcerting. Although she could see the large bulge that had grown at his groin. But if he was so turned on, why wasn't he getting down to business? Despite their stupid conversation, she was still horny. Actually, having him just staring at her like that was making her more so. Something about his intense gaze made her feel all wriggly and tingly inside. Forget this. "If you're not going to fuck me, then I can just take care of myself," she said, scooting back on the bed and turning onto her back. Staring at the ceiling would be less confusing than looking back at him. "Feel free to join in whenever you feel like getting what you paid for." Because she sure wasn't going to just sit around having meaningless conversation when they could be doing something a lot more fun. That sounded boring, for one, and definitely not what she was being 'paid' to do. Besides, she was horny. If he just wanted to sit there and brood, that didn't mean she had to do the same. The second her hand slid under the fabric covering her pussy, an iron band wrapped around her wrist and she squeaked as she suddenly found both of her arms pinioned above her head. Blinking, she looked up into the intensely hungry face of Lord Plath. His body pressed against hers, leaning his weight on her, as the air rushed from her lungs. "You will not touch yourself," he said. Ordered, really. The domineering tone of voice made her pussy clench even as it ticked her off. "Worked, didn't it?" she sassed back, rocking her hips against him. The lord growled and lifted himself, pulling her up the bed by her wrists like she weighed nothing. Chryssa didn't try to fight, since it seemed like they were finally getting somewhere. Something soft and seemingly yielding wrapped around her wrists and then tightened and Chryssa tugged. Her pulse accelerated as her wrists stayed completely immobile. She twisted her head up and groaned, recognizing the Bindu chains that she'd been restrained with for Hrrak. Lord Plath chuckled as he slid down the bed, grasping one of her ankles and pulling it towards the bottom of the bed to wrap another Bindu chain around it. "Recognize these, little Terran?" he asked, taking her other ankle and spreading her wide open before attaching the last chain. The soft chains held her completely immobilized, her arms stretched above her head, her legs splayed wide apart. The fabric of her dress draped down the center of her body, but Chryssa doubted her covered state was going to last very long. "You don't need these," she said, trying to tug her wrists free again. Not that she really objected to being tied up like this, somehow it made her feel even more turned on to be totally helpless in front of him. "Apparently I do, greedy girl," he said, almost absently as he began to undo her belt, tossing it to the side, before removing the clips holding her dress together at the shoulders and pulling off the fabric covering her. Like unwrapping a present. "Your job is to pleasure me, not yourself." At least he didn't seem to be in his mood anymore. Chryssa was much happier with this turn of events, even if she couldn't touch him back. She really, really wanted to. Especially because he was taking his time about getting undressed now that she was bare to him. His movements were almost leisurely as piece after piece of his clothing dropped to the floor. Chryssa was becoming more and more aroused, watching him slowly strip down, revealing all those hard muscles, and that wonderful cock. "Fuck me," she demanded, arching her back to thrust up her breasts. Hoping to tempt him into speeding things up. Kneeling between her legs, totally naked now, the Licken wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped it a few times, hissing in pleasure as he squeezed the fat head. Chryssa whimpered, her hips coming up to show off her wet pussy to him. "Greedy little Terran," the Licken murmured, releasing his cock and getting onto all fours to hover over her. Chryssa undulated, her nipples and mound brushing against him, but he was too far away for her to get any more stimulation than that. "We're going at my pace, not yours." "Your pace is too slow," she complained, scowling as he chuckled at her. Then he lowered his mouth to hers for a kiss. Immediately, Chryssa parted her lips, her tongue aggressively moving to slide between his lips. She could feel him still chuckling as they kissed, and she sucked his tongue into her mouth, suckling on it the way she'd been taught to suck a cock. Groaning, Lord Plath deepened the kiss, although his body still remained too far away for her writhing body to do anything more than brush against it. It was incredible torture as he kissed her passionately, but withheld any other kind of real contact. The inability to move, to touch him, was driving her a little bit mad... and at the same time, she loved it. Knowing that he had complete control over her body and her pleasure was as sexy as it was frustrating. When he pulled away from the kiss, Chryssa whimpered, disappointed that he'd ceased even that small amount of contact. Then his mouth came down on her collarbone and she whimpered again, for an entirely different reason, as his teeth scraped over the area. Each kiss was like a little lick of flame against her skin, making her burn hotter and hotter as he worked his way down to her breasts. Her nipples were standing out from her chest, budded and throbbing, aching for attention as his cheek brushed against them but his tongue avoided them. "Please," she begged, arching her back and thrusting her breasts up, trying to angle the closest nipple nearer to his mouth. "Please... more..." Lord Plath knelt up, shaking his head, amusement across his features. "I think perhaps this will go better if you can't speak, as well," he mused. Apparently he was very familiar with the room they were in, because he pushed against the headboard of the bed and a compartment popped open. Chryssa's eyes widened as she realized he was holding a gag. She opened her mouth to protest, and then quickly snapped it shut as he brought it near her lips. The glared she gave him only made him chuckle. With his free hand he pinched one of her swollen nipples. The treacherous bud throbbed. It had been so eager to be touched, so needy, that she couldn't help the moan that rose from her chest as he increased the exquisite pressure on the small nub. He used that moment, that slight relaxing of her jaw, to press the gag into her mouth. It was made of the same stuff as the Bindu chains, filling her mouth easily and yet still giving her room to breath. She could bite it, open her mouth wide, and either way it just compressed and expanded to accommodate her movements. There would be no getting rid of it. Chryssa screamed her frustration as Lord Plath returned his attention to her breasts, but only a muffled sound emerged. He had meant want he said about taking his time. She watched as his green hands plumped and kneaded her breasts, his own fascination with watching her pale skin spill between his colored fingers was obvious. The wet rasp of his tongue teased her areola but barely brushed her nipples. Now, with her mouth filled, she couldn't even beg him to move faster. All she could do was writhe and moan as he took his time. The lower half of her body throbbed with need, completely ignored by him for the moment, as he played with her breasts, building her arousal and sinking her into a sensual haze. All of Chryssa's senses were completely focused on what he was doing to her; what she could watch, how his hands and tongue felt, the spicy, masculine scent of his skin and the taste of the Bindu gag in her mouth. She couldn't tell how long he played with her breasts, driving her mad with the need that was filling her skin, before he finally sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Pleasure exploded, tingling through her, and Chryssa gasped behind her gag, writhing and tugging at the restraints... it felt like an orgasm, but her pussy was so empty. She convulsed as Lord Plath took long, hard pulls of her nipple, his teeth digging into her breast flesh. When he released the swollen bud and turned his attentions to the other, she found herself shuddering in sensual pleasure again. The small climaxes weren't enough though, they only fed the need between her legs rather than satiating it. She felt high, drunk on the endorphins running through her. Every inch of skin tingled and she felt almost like she was floating. Then he ran his hands down her sides, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive skin between her hips and mound, and the need inside of her rocketed higher. The mewling, needy sounds she was making behind her gag seemed to please him as he looked down at her anxious face. Chryssa felt like she was going to die if he didn't make her really cum soon... like her skin was going to sizzle right off of her. If her hands had been free, she would have been grabbing at him, clawing at him for her release. The fact that she couldn't move and was completely at her mercy made her even wetter as she struggled against it. "Such a pretty, wet pussy," Lord Plath said, his eyes practically glowing as he knelt back. His hands pressed against her inner thighs, his thumbs spreading her labia wide so that he could inspect the inner pink petals. Cool air brushed over her most sensitive parts as she moaned again, wanting, needing, more contact from him. "Look at how swollen your clit is." As he commented on the engorged nub, he ran his thumb up the center of her wet slit and circled it around her clit, making Chryssa's hips rock as she tried to squirm into a position where the stimulation would be more direct. Lord Plath just chuckled, his thumb moving and rubbing, but not touching the swollen bud directly. Tears of frustration began to well up in Chryssa's eyes, her throat and chest felt tight from the dire need that was swamping her. She'd never felt like this in her life and she wasn't sure if she loved it or hated it. On one hand, she didn't want this overwhelming tumult of sensations to ever end... on the other, if he didn't finish her soon, she thought she might go mad. She practically levitated as he slid one long finger inside of her, finally giving her pussy something to grip as it contracted wildly. So wonderful, and yet so not enough. Chryssa writhed, her pussy spasming as pleasure coursed through her, aching for more. Her muffled pleas made her sound like a dog begging for a treat, but she was too far gone to care. Pride didn't matter at a moment like this, when her physical demands far outweighed her mental. Lord Plath added a second finger and began pumping them hard and fast. If she wasn't so wet, the rough thrusting would probably have been painful, but Chryssa's body gloried in the stimulation. A quick swipe over her swollen clit had her screaming into the gag, her pussy shuddering as it tightened down on his fingers. Ecstasy careened through her with all the subtlety of a space shuttle, blazing a trail of fire and heat. His fingers curled and she screamed again as her g-spot throbbed under the stroking assault. The rapture was almost too powerful to bear, but there was no way to stop him from tormenting her pussy in this new way. First too little, then too much... Chryssa felt like her mind was spiraling into darkness as the sensations bombarded her. When he replaced his fingers with his cock, she didn't have the energy to scream, even as her pleasure wound around her core. The thick head of his cock pushed into her body, stretching her muscles so that they ached with the strain of accommodating him. The buzzing ribbing along the length of his shaft titillated her pussy lips as the rings passed through them into her eager hole. Chryssa moans became almost continuous as Lord Plath buried himself inside of her, his own groans much louder than hers. Just as before, he took his time, his slow thrusts were hard and deep and thorough. The pleasure of his alien cock inside of her made her writhe as small bursts of orgasm exploded inside of her. Her pussy couldn't stop quivering around him as the vibrating rings along the length of his cock massaged her walls, the thick, rounded head pushing deep into her body. His hard groin rubbed against her clit with every slow stroke, driving her wild. She longed to cling to him. To wrap her legs around his waist and urge him to move faster, harder. Chryssa wanted him to pound her, to wreck her, to completely satiate her. The feeling of his cock moving inside of her was rapturous and yet she still wanted more. When he pulled the gag out of her mouth, she only had a moment before his lips were on hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth, thrusting the way his cock was. Chryssa nearly bit his tongue as she cried out. The roughness of his thrusts were increasing, his cock burrowing so deeply inside of her that he felt almost as big as M'x'r, even though she knew he couldn't possibly be. But she was so wonderfully full, her pussy buzzing with his cock, and the sensations were so intense after his teasing, that she was just as overwhelmed as she had been with the other alien. From Terra Ch. 12 "Oh please... oh my lord," she cried out as he pulled away, his face mere inches from hers so that he could see his expression. His eyes were wild, his green skin on his cheeks darkening to a deeper hue as he neared his own climax. "Zyander," he said, his teeth gritted together as he pumped hard and fast, sending her spiraling up a pinnacle of sensation. Chryssa remembered his first name, but his aura of authority was such that she had trouble thinking of him as anything other than Lord Plath. But under his demand, she acquiesed, screaming his name as her pussy tightened around him. Inside of her, he began to swell, the fat head of his cock rubbing her convulsing insides, the rings on his shaft massaging them, and Chryssa sobbed with the exquisite ecstasy that exploded through her body. She teetered on the edge of passing out as her orgasm raged inside of her, his teasing having made her frantic to cum, and now that the moment was here, she could barely bear it. The long climb had made everything more intense, every shuddering wrack of rapture almost painful as it lanced through her. Hot liquid seared her insides as the Licken lord groaned and surged, his body ramming against her clit and making her scream as another climax shook her. Her pussy squeezed him, milking him of the hot, steady stream of sweet cum. His body relaxed, slightly, atop hers, and she felt limp with satisfaction beneath him. Small spasms made her shudder as her body wrung a last few mini-climaxes from her throbbing pussy. She could feel him slowly shrinking inside of her. When he pulled out, Chryssa gave him a lazy smile, tugging at the restraints around her wrists. As much fun as they'd been, she was ready to be let out. Lord Plath just laughed as he moved up her body until his knees straddled her chest, while she looked up at him in surprise. "I'm not done with you yet, little Terran. You aren't the only one who's greedy." "My name is Chryssa," she snapped at him. Somehow it was easier to tolerate being called a greedy little Terran before he got her off. Now that she'd gotten what she wanted, she found it annoying again. His silvery eyes sparked with amusement. "Very well, Chryssa. Open that sassy mouth of yours and put it to good use." Chryssa opened her mouth, although she wasn't quite sure what she was going to say, but it didn't matter because - just like the last time - he quickly filled it again. Not with the Bindu gag this time, but with his cock. The sweet and salty, musky combined flavors of their bodies exploded on her tongue, the smell filling her nose. For a moment, she considered biting down, but who knew what he would do to her if she did? Besides, it wasn't like she had anything against having his cock in her mouth... and he was the client. He'd just made her feel really fucking good. Her pussy was still humming with appreciation. Not to mention, she was all tied up and helpless, so biting him just because she was peeved for a moment didn't seem like the best tactic. It only took a moment for her to get over her ire. After all, she was a whore now, this is what she was supposed to be doing. So she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock as he groaned with pleasure. The sloppy mess of their combined cum didn't taste too bad really, although she liked his flavor better than hers. Leaning forward, Lord Plath placed one arm on the headboard of the bed, resting his head on it so that he could watch her suck his cock in comfort, while sliding the other hand under her head. Chryssa could feel his fingers digging into her scalp, almost like a massage. She hummed her approval, making him groan again. Remembering how sensitive the bumpy rings along the length of his shaft were, she played with those. Even though he was flaccid, the Licken lord was definitely enjoying her efforts going by the sounds he was making. Truth be told, now that she'd gotten over her little snit, Chryssa was enjoying it as well. She liked being able to look up the muscled length of his body to see his eyes watching her, all lazy from pleasure and yet with a growing spark of hunger flickering in them. Despite the fact that she was tied up, her legs splayed out and his cum dripping from her pussy, while he shoved his dick into her mouth, she still felt powerful when she saw him looking at her like that. His cock slowly began to harden in her mouth, growing, and Chryssa sucked more enthusiastically. She wouldn't mind a round two, even though her body already felt satisfied. Didn't mean she couldn't go for the cherry on top of the sex sundae - the dessert being something that Merxia had introduced her to at dinner last night. Slowly his cock plumped and lengthened, pressing against the back of her throat. This wasn't an angle that she'd done with Tralik and she found herself gagging more often than usual, but she persevered anyway. The approving sounds Lord Plath was making, and the way his hand was massaging her scalp, made up for any discomfort. And when he finally slipped from her mouth and returned between her legs, sliding his cock into her with one rough thrust, Chryssa found herself screaming with pleasure all over again. ****** When Chryssa woke up, feeling starved, she peered around her surroundings and realized she'd been returned to her room. The second time he'd fucked her, Lord Plath hadn't been slow or gentle. He'd been hard and fast from the beginning, but because he'd already cum, his stamina had been increased even more than before. Chryssa had lost track of how many times she'd cum, until she was begging for him to stop because she couldn't take any more of the ecstasy. It had become a torment for her oversensitized body, and yet she hadn't been able to stop herself from climaxing again and again as he'd fucked her. Remembering the gleam of satisfaction in his eyes as she'd begged him, and he'd silenced her with his mouth and tongue, made her shiver. He'd liked reducing her to a quivering, pleading mess of sexual torment. Hell, she'd liked it too. Even now, her pussy throbbed with the memory. It also throbbed a bit from how roughly he'd used her. But in a damned good way. After he'd finally cum again, he'd released her from the Bindu chains and had just held her close to him, stroking her hair and back and telling her how beautiful and good she was. She'd felt so warm and happy, cuddled close like that. No wonder all the women at House Exotica wanted him. Chryssa smiled as she stood, despite the twinges in her muscles. He'd told her that she should feel honored he'd come back to visit her specifically. Well, she didn't know about that, but it had definitely felt damned good. Chryssa wouldn't mind if he wanted to come back a lot more. Sighing, knowing that he probably wouldn't be back for a while - and even if he was, he probably wouldn't choose her for a third time in a row - she made her way over to the bathing pool. She needed to clean off the scent of sex that clung to her and then go get something to eat. It was no good dwelling on one particular client... besides, who knew what kind of pleasure she might discover with her next one? From Terra Ch. 13 Even though Chryssa had steeled herself to not expect Lord Plath to return so soon, she still felt a moment of disappointment when her next client came in and was definitely not the Licken. Although, that disappointment only lasted for, literally, a moment, before it was overtaken by a kind of horrified fascination. During breakfast, Matron hadn't told her that she'd have a client that day, so Chryssa hadn't been able to ask any of the other women about him. It wasn't until that afternoon, after her training, that Chryssa had been de-plugged and told that she would be working. The set up was a little unusual. Matron had stripped Chryssa down herself, leaving her completely naked, before bringing her to a room that had absolutely no furniture. Not even a chair for Chryssa to sit on. Instead the floor and walls were carpeted with a soft, plush material that made her want to lay down and roll around a little. The ceiling, however, was mirrored, and Chryssa found herself staring up at it, fascinated by the sight of her naked bosom from that angle, while she waited for the client. Matron didn't even give her a name or what planet he was from, which was part of why Chryssa had half-hoped that maybe Lord Plath hadn't been able to stay away. As soon as she saw him, Chryssa wondered if Matron's unusual behavior had been on purpose. It reminded her of when Matron had set her up with Hrrak, not telling her anything beforehand. Except that Chryssa wasn't exactly scared, okay maybe a bit, but mostly she was confused. How on earth was she supposed to pleasure this thing? And how the heck was it supposed to pleasure her? It looked a little bit like a snake, except that it was much longer and much, much thicker around. Big enough that she could probably ride it like a horse. At least fifteen feet long, he (she? it?) was so thick that she wasn't sure she would be able to wrap her arms around it. If she got that close. It had the same blunt, triangular head a snake, and the tail tapered off like a snake. It also had patterns down its back that were quite beautiful, even though the colors were much brighter and more vibrant than any snake's she'd ever seen. The creature didn't quite move like a snake though. The first six feet or so of it's body was upright, while the rest of it slithered behind... that part moved like a snake, it was just that she'd never seen one more upright. Its eyes weren't totally snake-like either, they were multi-colored, and as it came closer, she realized that they were multi-faceted too, more like an insect's than a Terran snake's. Then she realized that it was coming closer and she was just standing there. "Um, hello," she said, nervously, backing up. The emptiness of the room now seemed kind of foreboding... there was nothing for her to hide behind. "I'm Chryssa... uh... you are?" The creature made a hissing noise and a long forked tongue flicked out of its mouth. Chryssa gulped. That was definitely snake-like. "Um... sorry, do you speak Terran? Or Galactic?" She hit the wall with her back and gasped again. Nowhere to back up now and the snake alien kept coming closer. She had to tilt her head back to look up at its face. Closing her eyes, she clenched her fists and tried not to whimper. "Please don't eat me." "Hold still, Terran." The softly hissing syllables were all that kept her from outright panicking. Chryssa flinched as she felt something soft flicker over her face. Like a feather. Even without opening her eyes, she realized that it was the thing's tongue. When it didn't immediately bite her, she peeked out at it. She could swear the thing was laughing at her, its tongue flicking out of its mouth again. There were no discernible facial cues to tell her that it was amused, but she just got that impression. Okay. She could do this. Hrrak had been pretty scary too at first. She didn't think that House Exotica would let clients harm the goods, so to speak. Wouldn't be very smart, and she'd certainly never heard any of the other girls say that they'd ever been in danger. Bending down, it nosed against her breasts, making her hold her breath again as she waited to see what it would do. The scales on its body were soft and sleek, in some ways it kind of reminded her of the lizard alien. Well, both were reptilian after all. She'd enjoyed that encounter, she reminded herself. So this alien looked like a snake instead of a lizard... so what? It was way too big to be any species of Terran snake. Plus, the intelligence in its eyes was quite keen. Apparently it didn't like to talk much, but then, what about sex really needed a lot of talk? The alien's nose went down further and nudged between her legs. Chryssa opened them further, spreading her thighs wider as its blunt nose pressed into her pussy. Did it really matter what the alien looked like, as long as she got off? Although, as amused as the creature was, she also got the impression that it rather liked her hesitation and her anxiety. Maybe it had even requested that she not be prepared for its appearance. Then again, Matron seemed to like her unprepared for a lot of things, so who knew. "OH!" she gasped as its tongue slid inside of her. It was long and flexible... and kind of reminded her of Hrrak again, in the way it bunched and thrust into her. The creature's thick, blunt nose rubbed against her wet pussy lips and clit, and it felt different, but good. Suddenly, something pressed against her thighs and she looked down to see that it had a kind of hood, almost like a cobra, but it went all the way around its head. It had unfurled, pushing at her legs and forcing them farther apart. Gently, Chryssa placed her hands on the broad surface; finding it surprisingly strong and sturdy, she leaned her weight onto the alien so that she could spread her legs as wide as it wanted her to. The spread forced her pussy lips apart further, letting the creature nose in her wet folds even more. Moaning, Chryssa decided to stop being scared... the alien obviously wanted to pleasure her, and even if their physiology wasn't at all alike, who cared as long as it got her off? She began rubbing her pussy against its nose, her inner walls clenching around that flexible tongue as it rubbed over her g-spot. Balancing wasn't easy, even with the frilled hood for support, but she managed. Heck, to get off, she figured she could manage just about anything. Just when she was really starting to get into it, the support suddenly disappeared as the alien flipped its hood back. With a shriek, Chryssa found herself falling... right into the alien's coils. They were warm and hard, heavily muscled, and kind of slick against her naked skin. The thick coils ran through her legs, sliding across her wet pussy and making her moan, even as her heart pounded from the adrenaline rush. Something stopped the movement of her body, something hard and thick and she looked down, gasping as she saw the cock that had emerged from a slit in the alien's body. It was long and green, but a completely different green from Lord Plath's. Much lighter colored, and brighter, almost neon. The cock was tapered, much thicker at the base than it was at the tip. The alien coiled around her upper body, lifting her just enough to lower her wet pussy onto its cock. Chryssa shivered at the feel of its strong length wrapped around her body, making her feel tiny and incredibly vulnerable, because she suspected it could easily crush her if it wanted to. He - she realized - it had a cock, so it was obviously a he. "Oh yes," she said, moaning as he slid his cock into her, taking her with one hard thrust. Her pussy was stretched wide by the time her splayed thighs settled on his body, her legs easily wrapping around the rounded length of him. Coils moved against her body, sliding over her skin... the upper and lower lengths of his coils were so long that he was able to wrap her completely, running his body along each of her limbs, so that she couldn't even tell where he began or ended. It was just endless smooth coils, rubbing against her, while she bounced and shuddered on his cock. Even as her hands tried to grip the writhing coils, they slid through her palms, making her feel almost as though she was falling, only the hard cock keeping her from tumbling to the ground. It was exhilarating in a terrifying way, and the tension inside of her grew and flared, her pussy gripping the alien's tapered cock as her pleasure rose. Chryssa moaned, rubbing herself against the endless coils, even more turned on as they tightened around her, making her breath come in short pants. Hot bursts of ecstasy fired off in her brain; the harder it was to breath, the better it felt. Fear flickered through her even as her passion peaked. She screamed and then gasped for air as her entire body tightened and ecstasy burst through her. She couldn't get quite enough breath, but somehow that just made her climax even more intense, adrenaline rushing through her body along with the heightening rapture. The tapered cock thickened inside of her as she spasmed around it, her legs kicking as the coils tightened even further. Something scalding hot flared inside of her and she cried out, her body arching and writhing as the hot alien cum filled it. It was much hotter than any previous alien's jizz she'd encountered... not hot enough to burn or injure her, but definitely enough that she could feel the difference. Her pussy fluttered as the flashes of pleasure and pain intertwined and her orgasm went into overload. Blackness crawled at the edges of her vision as she struggled for air... And the coils suddenly released, the cock retracting so quickly that Chryssa's pussy ached from the sudden emptiness. The alien's body was back to being smooth all over, and she found herself gently sliding down to the soft carpet. Her lungs burned a bit as she sucked in great amounts of air. The alien's blunt face hovered over her, its tongue flicking out and tickling her cheeks. Chryssa giggled a bit through her gasps for breath. "I'm okay," she said. Her thighs pressed together and she shuddered a bit as another small orgasm shivered through her. An after-climax to the larger one she'd just experienced. Her pussy throbbed pleasantly. "Very okay... Just... Catching my breath." "Goooood," he hissed. That one word seemed to exhaust his vocabulary. She reached out with tentative finger and gently touched the snake-like head. The alien's tongue flickered and it moved in such a way to make her stroke his head. Chryssa giggled again, feeling very good now that she was getting her breath back. Now he didn't seem nearly as frightening as he had when she'd first seen him. Seemingly assured she was alright, the alien nosed her cheek and then turned and pushed its long body towards the door. Sighing, feeling satisfied, Chryssa let herself just relax on the rug. It was nice and soft against her body. The door opened again and she cracked an eyelid. Matron stood in the door, her large, lumbering body filling it almost completely. Platter-sized hands on her hips, she shook her head. "Up lazy girl. We need to get this room cleaned up and you as well, you have another client coming later tonight. Go bath and eat and prepare yourself." Feeling surprised, since she hadn't ever had two clients in one day, Chryssa stood. She wasn't feeling all that charitable towards Matron right now, after the scare she'd had since Matron hadn't prepared her for the snake-like alien. However, she didn't really want a spanking right now either, especially since she was feeling so good and she apparently had another alien to satisfy this evening. Fortunately, she wasn't feeling too worn out, just a little sore around her ribs. Scowling a bit, she pushed herself up to her feet and flounced out of the room, completely bare. Cum was just starting to drip down her thighs. As she left, she heard Matron muttering under her breath. Probably insults, but Chryssa didn't care. She'd gotten everything she wanted. From Terra Ch. 14 Chryssa found two of the other women waiting for her when she returned to her room. She questioned them, wanting to know about the snake-like alien she'd just serviced, but neither of them had ever heard of such a creature. Then again, one said, the universe was huge and there were far more species out there than ever made it to House Exotica. None of them realized just how far Chryssa's reputation had spread across the galaxies. One of the women pressed a thin tube into Chryssa's pussy, flooding it with warm water and washing out the alien's cum, before they helped her to bathe and oil her body. She dressed in a dark blue dress with silver clips and belt before going to dinner with them. Chryssa had become accustomed to being naked around the other women and having them touch her, even ones that she didn't know as well. It was just part of being in the House. That was the first time she'd had her pussy cleaned out though, and she assumed it was to ensure she was fresh for the evening. After dinner, Tralik came to get her. She questioned him about the alien from the morning and he just shrugged. "I'm not sure, Matron handled the appointment. I hadn't seen one like him before, but we get all sorts through here. Be prepared for anything. Especially tonight. Your client is a very special kind of alien, name is unpronounceable to us. Just let him wrap around you and you'll be fine." "What do you mean, wrap around me?" Chryssa asked, confused. Tralik rolled his eyes as he led her back to the room that she'd been in that afternoon. No furniture again. He reached out and took her belt, unclipping the shoulder clips and taking the fabric covering her. "Do you have to question everything? Just wait and see and it'll be clear. It's not your place to ask all these questions anyway, just to make sure the clients enjoy themselves. You're doing a good job so far, don't ruin it." Tralik turned her around and gave her a sharp smack on the ass, making Chryssa jump and squeal. Rubbing the sore spot on her bottom, she turned and glared over her shoulder as he exited the room. Leaving her alone, in an empty space. Sighing, Chryssa hoped she wouldn't be waiting here too long. She could easily get bored. Although, she supposed she could always play with herself, if she got too bored. It wasn't as much fun as being pleasured by a male, but she hated waiting too. Just before she decided to lay down on the soft carpet and entertain herself, the door to the room slid open. Like this morning, Chryssa stared in shock at her client. "Oh... my..." she finally said, as the door slid shut behind the entity. It looked... well it looked like a blob of jelly. See through jelly. It was roundish, but its surface rippled and moved, never still for a single second. There were no external limbs or organs or even a face. It was the most ALIEN alien she'd ever seen. No wonder Tralik had said it was a "special" kind of alien! Although at least it wasn't as scary as the snake thing. She just had no idea what to expect. "Hello," she said, cautiously, taking a step towards it. The blob had stopped inside the door, its surface practically vibrating. As soon as she stepped towards it, the surface rippled and it moved forward again. Chryssa got the impression that it was dragging itself across the floor in a kind of rolling movement. She couldn't help but look at the carpet that it passed over, wondering if it would be wet or slimy, but the carpet looked untouched. As it drew nearer, Chryssa held out her hand with curious fingers. The blob slowed and then stopped, just at her fingertips, so that she could touch it. The cool surface moved beneath her fingers, curiously elastic, like pressing against jello. Suddenly the tension of the surface gave way, sucking her fingers into its mass, and Chryssa squeaked in surprise. It didn't hurt, it was more like putting her hand into cool water, if water was solid. Still, it was more than a little disturbing to see her fingers inside of the alien's body. "I'm sorry," she said, tugging, but her hand stuck fast. "Um... How do I get my hand out?" Coolness rippled, making her squeak again, as the alien moved and suddenly she was up to elbow in its body. She stared. Was this was Tralik had meant by "let it wrap around you"? As interesting as the alien was, she was starting to become a little bit frightened too. Two highly unusual aliens in one day... no matter how horny she was, she couldn't help but wish for a nice simple humanoid. Like the alien earlier, this one didn't seem to be able to communicate with her either. So she just stood there and let it move against her and then around her. Her skin tingled as it enfolded her inside of its body, the coolness of its jelly-like substance making her nipples harden immediately. The thing rolled until she was in the center of it, only her head remaining outside. She was entirely under its control, even more so than she had been when Lord Plath had put the Bindu chains on her. She couldn't move a single inch of her body, not even a finger or toe. But the creature could move around her. The ripples of its surface continued in its interior, moving over her skin, caressing every inch of her all at once. Chryssa moaned as her breasts were plumped, her nipples pulled, her hips and sides and back massaged. Even her legs and toes were attended to, as if something was sucking on each one of the tiny digits. Coolness parted her pussy lips, enveloping her clit and labia, stimulating every nerve ending. She gasped, and would have writhed if she could, but all she could do was vocalize her enjoyment as her entire body tingled and flared under the alien's touch. Pressure pushed against her pussy hole, and then something cool and hard thrust up into her. Its sexual organs were inside of it! Chryssa gasped as the alien cock thrust deep, caressing her pussy lips and clit at the same time. She barely had a moment to get used to the thick length in her pussy, than her ass was suddenly opening up as well. "Oh! Oh... please..." Chryssa's anus tingled as the tiny nerve endings were stimulated, her sphincter being forced open by a cool rod. It burned as her muscles stretched, her cheeks flushing with her usual embarrassed reaction as her backside was violated. Yet her pussy spasmed around the thick length already inside of her, her body enjoying the additional pleasure with its little bite of pain. The cocks began moving, pushing deeper, stretching her wide. Whatever the alien was pushing inside of her, sexual organs or not, it could change the dimensions of them. Her ass felt stuffed, like the alien was pushing deeper into her than she'd ever felt anything go. It was humiliating and arousing all at the same time. The thick rod in her pussy was pumping her so good, that even if she could have formed a coherent sentence, she probably wouldn't have asked it to stop. Both of her holes stretched and pulsed, squeezing the thick, slick, pumping cocks. She felt like she was lost in a sea of pleasure, every inch of her caressed and sexually stimulated. It was completely overwhelming, almost frightening in its intensity. The sensations were consuming her, her entire body being massaged and fucked all at once. She could swear she even felt something sliding up and down between her breasts as they were squeezed and kneaded. The alien was fucking every part of her that it could reach and caressing the rest. It was like her entire body She screamed as she came, her entire body bowing as ecstasy filled her from the inside. It felt like the pleasure was too big to hold inside of her skin, and yet she couldn't make it stop. The alien wrapped around her just kept moving, kept stroking, kept pumping. Tears sprang into her eyes and began to flow down her cheeks. She wanted to struggle against the sensual assault, to lessen it so that she could catch her breath, but there was no stopping the alien. There was no way to move. All she could do was take the relentless pounding of her pussy and ass, as both holes spasmed and clenched, her nipples turning to throbbing buds that were ready to explode on her chest. She came again, screaming her rapture, shaking inside of the rippling alien. Its body encased hers, smothering her with pleasure. The passion and orgasmic bliss welled up inside of her, going on and on and on until she thought she might go mad. Each wave was more intense than the last, carrying her on a chaotic riptide. Her clit felt like it had swollen to three times its normal size and was five times as sensitive. Her pussy was convulsing almost non-stop, her ass sore from the rough pounding, and yet the pleasure still continued. Chryssa's eyes rolled back into her head as she finally fainted, overwhelmed by the strange alien's ardor. ****** When she woke up, she was back in her own room, in her bed. The smell of food was what had woken her. She was starving. The second she started to sit up, she moaned. Both her pussy and ass throbbed. Lifting the sheet, she looked down her body to her sore pussy, with its puffy pink lips and her swollen clit which was still protruding slightly from her body. Her asshole felt especially tender as she sat up. She had a dim memory of waking up from her faint, still in the throes of orgasm, while the alien had continued to fuck her relentlessly. The thing had fucked her unconscious, fucked her back awake and then back into unconsciousness again. She'd never experienced anything like it. At one time, she would have said there couldn't be too much of a good thing, but right now, she wasn't sure she ever wanted to see one of those aliens - whatever they were - again. That had been far, far too much. Constant pleasure like that would drive a Terran woman insane. She couldn't help but wonder what a humanoid woman's appeal would be to an alien like that, but then again, she didn't really understand what males were attracted to in general. Merxia and some of the other women had commented on Chryssa's popularity, her constant flow of clients. None of them seemed jealous, except about Lord Plath. After all, he was very popular and some of the other women had been incredulous that he'd returned and asked specifically for her, rather than choosing from a bevy of women all vying to pleasure him. Chryssa picked up a piece of meat from the tray that had been left for her, popping it in her mouth as she tried to ignore the aches in her body and thought about the strangeness of males. Most of the women had posited that Chryssa was popular because she was new and Terran. Terrans weren't very populous, compared to the rest of the galaxy, and they hardly ever saw other species except those that were captured and taken from Terra. That made sense to Chryssa, somewhat, except that the other women at House Exotica were also humanoid, most of them, and much more accomplished than her. Although, she supposed she couldn't complain. If Matron truly did tally the amounts Chryssa earned, then maybe "earning" her freedom wouldn't take too long. Escaping was seeming less and less important every day. After all, she was fed, pampered, clothed... and while the Terrans back on Terra would have called her all sorts of nasty names, she was having the time of her life. Mountains of pleasure was not exactly a bad thing. Freedom was important as a concept, but Chryssa didn't mind staying at House Exotica for a little longer. As long as nothing bad happened to her, she was running out of motivation to leave any time soon. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she admitted to herself that it might have something to do with that Licken Lord. She couldn't help but hope he'd come back for her again. Even with all the pleasure that the jelly-thing had brought her today, there was just something more special about her time with him. Something that made him stand out in her mind. Something that made her want to be here, when he came back. From Terra Ch. 15 "Another one?" Chryssa whined, after Tralik gave her the news. He pulled up his pants, wiping the last drops of cum on her lips as she knelt in front of him. The Trainer had praised her that she'd become a fantastic little cock-sucker, and then told her that she had a client that afternoon. Chryssa wasn't exactly thrilled. She'd woken up still sore from her two clients yesterday, especially the jelly-thing (which still, no one had given her a name for), and she was a bit tired. She hadn't even tried to seduce Tralik into fucking her instead of making her practice deep-throating. House Exotica usually gave its females time in between clients to recover, that's what she'd been told. Quality over quantity, which was why it had the best reputation in the galaxy, and also charged the most exorbitant prices. What she didn't realize was how in demand she'd become, causing Matron to flex her own rules. The clients that were willing to pay extra money, so that they didn't have to wait, in order to enjoy this novelty were the ones making it through to Chryssa now. "Besides," Tralik said, tweaking her nipple, "you can't tell me you don't enjoy it. If you had today off, by tomorrow you'd be cranky for a client again." Well that was true enough. Tralik gave her a smack on the ass, turning her towards the door. "Go to the spa. Matron wants you massaged and oiled, then you can have lunch before your client." "What's his name? Where's he from?" "Brik and he's from Hades." Chryssa wrinkled her nose. "Seriously, there's a planet called Hades?" "Sweetheart, there's a planet out there called just about anything. Now get moving, you're eating into your pampering time." And Chryssa did like to be pampered. She rolled her eyes at Tralik, who had become much more lenient with her after she'd become a more enthusiastic student, and left the room. ****** Hadesians looked like demons. That was what Merxia told her over lunch. Big, red, flying demons. Chryssa decided that Merxia was pulling her leg. It sounded like something out of the illustrated books that the Elders had back on Terra, that they used to scare little kids with. She was feeling much better after her time at the spa. They'd rubbed oil all over her body and massaged every sore muscle - inside and out. It had been a VERY enjoyable visit for Chryssa, even if the orgasm hadn't been a huge one, it had gotten her nice and revved up for her client. When Chryssa walked into the room that had been assigned to her, Brik was already in there, waiting. She gasped when she saw him. Merxia hadn't been lying at all! Brik looked EXACTLY like the Devil! His ruddy red skin made his black eyes look all the more ominous. He was very muscled, with the upper body of a man and some very hair legs that tapered down into large cloven hooves. The wings on his back were the same red of his skin, but also streaked with shadows. They were folded up against his body when she first walked in, and then they'd lifted when she'd gasped before he pulled them back in again. His face was too hard to be called handsome, and yet there was something infernally attractive about him. The thick cock hanging between his legs started to fill and straighten as she stared at him, and she nearly gasped again when his tail lashed around his leg and into her sight. "You - you're..." she stammered in shock. "Not the Devil," Brik said, in a deep, smooth voice. Impossibly, it felt like his voice was actually sliding through her body and rubbing up against her insides, as if it was a tangible thing. "Don't worry, it's a common Terran reaction. My kind used to visit your planet quite often, a millenia ago." That stroking voice was doing all sorts of seductive and melting things to her insides. If Brik was telling the truth, it made sense that her people would remember something as potent and dangerous as his species. Everything about him seemed made for sex, just listening to him talk nearly put her into a sensual trance. He started to walk towards her, his cock jutting out in front of him like a massive ram, ready to batter down the entrance to her pussy. As dangerous as he looked, Chryssa could already feel her body responding. Her pussy was creaming, her hormones doing a little happy dance to that erotically charged voice, and she had no urge to back away from his advancing form. "It's been a long time since I've come to House Exotica, but I've heard that you're something quite special." He stopped about a foot away from her, looking her over as if to verify that statement. Chryssa raised her eyebrows, licking her lips, which felt swollen and needy. She stepped towards him, drawn to him. "What's so special about me?" she asked. Her nipples rubbed against the inside of her dress. Between her legs, her pussy felt swollen and needy as the wet lips pressed together when she took a step. "I'm just doing my job." Brik lifted one hand, his black eyes gleaming, as he brushed her hair away from her face. "Yes, but I've been told you do it with quite a bit of fervor. Already you're fulfilling your promise. You weren't afraid when you saw me, just surprised. You've been staring at my cock and already wondering what it will feel like inside of you. And, even though my voice is a draw, normally I have to concentrate to make it effect a woman to the level that you are. My voice draws out innermost desires, and all of yours are, apparently, to fuck." "I like fucking," Chryssa said, smiling up at him as she placed one hand on his chest and wrapped the other around his cock. This time when she gasped, it was because his skin was far hotter than she'd expected. His cock pulsed in her hand, and she could feel the rabid beat of his heart under her other. Brik groaned, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her in close. His wings unfurled around them, cocooning them. It was like being suddenly enclosed in a hot, sensual cave. The promise of ecstasy hovered in the air. Lips sought hers in the darkness and Chryssa moaned, opening her mouth to him. A forked tongue slid in, tasting her, tempting her. It flicked into her throat as his hands pulled her hard against him, one of them on her ass, the other already groping a breast. Heat flared and Chryssa squeaked as her skin flushed. Something metal clattered to the floor and she realized it was the clips that held the shoulders of her dress. He'd burned the fabric right off of her body, leaving only the belt behind. Lifting her easily into his arms, Brik arranged her so that she could wrap her legs around his hips, her pussy rubbing over the hot length of his cock, which was trapped between their bodies. As he walked over to the bed, his movements made her slide up and down his cock, her pussy lips splayed on either side of the hot rod, the thick head bumping against her stomach. Something moved over her buttocks and wrapped around her thigh, and it took Chryssa a moment to realize that it must be his tail. The heat vanished as his wings drew back and he tossed her onto the bed, crawling eagerly after her. Chryssa moaned as he grasped a breast in each hand, lowering his mouth to suck on her nipple. Sharp teeth scraped against tender flesh, making her shiver and whimper as a tiny flash of fear went through her. He made a contented moaning noise around her breast flesh, squeezing the mounds and kneading them with his hands. His hot touch had her writhing and arching beneath him, her pussy feeling like it was heating up to the same temperature as his body. "Oh!" she cried out as something pushed at her pussy. The only reason it was strange was because she could feel his cock laying hot and heavy against her inner thigh, down by her knee. So what was trying to enter her? "It's just my tail," Brik said, lifting his black gaze to hers, smirking in an entirely masculine way. "Don't worry, dearheart, it will feel good." The blunt end of his tail pushed between her pussy lips, swirling in her wetness, as he put his lips to her other nipple, sucking it into the hot cavern of his mouth. Chryssa dug her fingers into his shoulders as she writhed, her pussy clenching around his tail. It was tapered and blunt-ended, which meant the more that entered her, the more her walls were forced to stretch wide to accommodate it. The thick length pumped and twisted, going so deep inside of her that she swore she could almost feel it at the back of her throat. Her passion rose as Brik alternated his attention between her nipples, licking and sucking and biting until the swollen buds felt like they were ready to explode. It felt so good that she though she might orgasm just from having his tail fucking her pussy while he lavished her nipples with attention, even though her needy clit wasn't getting any attention. The neglected bud kept trying to press against his body as her hips moved, but he was too far away. "More," she begged, her writhing become less controlled, more passionate. "Please... more... I'm so close..." The black pits of Brik's eyes started to glow with an unholy light. "Yes, Terran, beg me... tell me what you want." "Fuck me." Her legs moved against his sides, trying to push herself along his body so that she could reach his cock. "Fuck me... suck my clit... just do something... oh god, I need to cum." Brik hooked his arms underneath her legs, spreading them wide so that her knees nestled into the crooks of his elbows. Her feet pressed against his wings, which were half-spread over them, as if sheltering her from sight. The loss of his tail from her pussy made her reach for him, but in her current position he was too far away. Her hands fell back uselessly, so that she could dig her fingers into the bed in sexual frustration. "Beautiful," Brik murmured, his voice rolling through her like hot pleasure, making her body quiver. The hot, hard cock pressed against her pussy and began to push inside. Chryssa moaned as her hole was stretched. His tail had done a decent job of prepping her pussy for the invasion of his giant cock, but it still stretched her walls. Not as big as M'x'r had been, but the heat of him made him feel even more potent inside of her. Her lower body had already felt hot with need, now she felt about ready to crawl out of her own skin with it. "Yes," she begged, writhing, releasing her hold on the bed. One of her hands grabbed at her breast, squeezing the flesh roughly as she pinched her nipple, while her other delved between her thighs, rubbing her clit as she sought her own pleasure. Brik just laughed, and somehow his laugh fizzed and popped inside of her, vibrating through her like a rumble of thunder. It tickled her and made her throb at the same time. "That's it, play with yourself dearheart," Brik growled in his passion, thrusting deeper into her, splitting her open with his cock. Chryssa pressed her fingers harder against clit, the ache deep inside of her growing more desperate as Brick's cock slid back and forth in her tight channel. The heat was burning her alive, and there was nothing she could do but touch herself to try and quench the flames. His eyes were gleaming brighter now, if black could be said to be bright, watching her as she touched herself while he pushed his red cock deep into her body. Chryssa was being fucked by a creature her people would call a devil, and she was loving it. The wet, blunt end of his tail pressed against her ass and Chryssa howled as he pushed it into her, filling both of her holes. The heat filled her, stretching her open, consuming her, and she came hard as he stretched her completely. Her ass and pussy spasmed around him, her finger rubbing her clit hard as she screamed in ecstasy. The waves engulfed her as he pounded between her legs, taking the pleasure to such heights that she pulled her hand away from her clit. The tiny bud needed surcease... instead it was pressed against his hot body, making it tingle and burn as he tilted her hips upwards, giving him a better angle to forcefully fuck her into the bed. Chryssa put her hands above her head, pressing them against the headboard as her body was rocked and pushed. Her breasts jiggled wildly as the devil alien ravished her holes, fulfilling all the promises of sin that she'd been warned about by the Elders. Rapture spiraled around her again, building and building. He was rubbing every inch of her sensitive inner flesh, going so deep in her ass that she couldn't tell if she was feeling pleasure or pain. The heat was burning her alive and she welcomed every lick of the flame. "YES!" she screamed as she climaxed again, her body bowing and jerking as the rushing waves of orgasm slammed into the fire. Her nerve endings sizzled and sparked, swamping her with pleasure that she willfully sunk into. True to her reputation, Chryssa's greed for passion, for those blissful, explosive climaxes, she was meeting every one of the alien's expectations. It didn't matter that she'd serviced two clients yesterday, all she cared about was getting her pleasure now. He rode her through the orgasm, fucking her hard and fast, feeling her walls clenching around him. Tears formed in her eyes from the intensity of her passion and Brik leaned forward, impaling her even deeper on his cock as his tongue flicked out and licked the tears from her cheeks. It wasn't until she was whimpering, spent, that his pace slowed. Chryssa blinked up at him in confusion, feeling his hot cock still deep inside her, hard as steel. "Are you done?" she asked, confused. Brik laughed and her pussy clamped down on his cock at the sound as a mini-orgasm sparked along her pussy. "No dearheart, I'm just turning you over." He pulled out and flipped her, grabbing the triangular shaped mound from beside the bed that she'd used with... oh heck, what was his name? The lizard dude... her brain felt all foggy and hazed from pleasure. She could barely remember her own name, much less some alien's whom she'd met once. Settling her hips over the mound, so that her ass was high in the air, Brik ran his hands down her back. Chryssa moaned, turning her head to the side so that she could be more comfortable. To her surprise, she could see his tail lashing back and forth, steaming. The heat of his skin was purifying it from the fluids of her body. That was handy, she though muzzily, just as he placed his hands on her hips and the head of his cock at her ass. Chryssa whimpered as he began to pierce her tight rear channel with his thick cock. The poor hole had been well used yesterday by the blob thing, but it hadn't been nearly as thick as Brik was. Even the stretching his tail had done wasn't enough to make entry easy. The discomfort and burn made her pussy convulse. "Fuck, you're tight, dearheart... You feel so good on my cock... That's it... whimper again, I like hearing you struggle to take me..." A shudder went through her at his words. They shouldn't turn her on, but they did. In some ways his domineering, sexy talk reminded her of Lord Plath, and she'd really liked it when that arrogant alien had ordered her around too. She was too worn out by Brik's spectacular fucking to be anything but submissive right now, and so she lay there and took it as he slowly fed his cock into her spasming ass. Even with the burn, it still felt good in some ways. She gasped when he finally bottomed out, and then again as he began to withdraw. That was always the weirdest feeling part, feeling the movement back and forth, scraping her delicate insides. Then his blunt tail began to force its way into her pussy and Chryssa moaned as she was filled in both holes again, but the opposite way that he had before. Brik was taking his time with her ass, moving with slow, long strokes that helped her body adjust to the size of his cock, but also drew out the sensual assault rather than getting it over with quickly. Chryssa couldn't have said which she wanted. She felt limp and exhausted, the burning in her ass was uncomfortable, and yet she could already feel another climax building. And Chryssa was not the type to appreciate going unsatisfied. It wasn't too long before she was back her hips up against Brik as he thrust forward, trying to pull his cock in deeper to her body. His tail fucked her pussy, keeping her juices flowing, so that they coated her thighs. It was glorious, overwhelming, hot sex and Chryssa found herself craving her orgasm more and more with every stroke of his cock. "Harder," she begged, wrapping her fingers around the edges of the mound, pushing her hips up to offer her ass to him. Her insides seemed to tremble as the growing ecstasy swirled. "Fuck my ass harder, Brik, please... fuck me so hard!" Brik dug his fingers in and obliged. Chryssa turned her head to bury it in the soft material of the mound and screamed as he began to fuck her ass hard and fast, like it was her pussy. It hurt in the most delicious way, burning and cramping and yet also shuddering from the abject pleasure. His tail was moving just as hard and fast, going deep into her pussy and tickling her womb as he filled her. She screamed and spamsed and clawed, trying to get away from the pistoning cock and tail as the ecstasy exploded inside of her, overwhelming her senses, painful in its intensity. Every inch of her was tingling and fizzing and popping and rolling with rapture. Her eyes were open, but she couldn't see, all she could do was writhe in front of Brik like some kind of pagan sacrifice, impaled upon his cock and being fucked hard for his pleasure. The alien threw back his head and roared, a sound that would have had her running in fear if her legs were working. If his weight wasn't on her. The roar filled the room, jarring her bones, and Chryssa screamed again, salty tears sliding down her cheeks as hot fluid poured into her ass. It scalded her and filled her, and she came hard. Her ass pulled at Brik's cock, milking him for the burning substance, her body shuddering with the passionate overload of ecstasy. Every clench of her muscles seemed to suck a new spurt of hot fluid inside of her, sending shivers through her throbbing pussy and clit, sating the erotic need that drove her. Soothing hands ran over her back and ass, massaging gently, rubbing away the tension. She moaned and turned her head again as Brik thrust gently, working his cock back and forth in her ass as it softened, lengthening the pleasure for both of them. Her body spasmed again when he finally pulled out. A trail of fiery kisses were placed down her spine. "Very nice, dearheart," Brik said, with a pleased rumble. Chryssa couldn't do much more than moan a bit in reply. It felt like her body was made out of limp noodles. Very satisfied limp noodles. "You really are something quite special." "Mmm. Thanks," Chryssa managed to get out. She smiled sleepily as Brik lifted her up off the mound and laid her on her side. He ran an almost affectionate hand over her hip. "Sleep, dearheart. I'll let them know that you're resting for now." He leaned down and brushed his lips over her cheek. "Perhaps I'll see you again soon. I think I'd like that." "Mmm. Me too." The unique thing about Chryssa, was that it was obvious she was telling the truth, not just murmuring what was expected of her because of her profession. If Brik hadn't pleasured her, she wouldn't have said it. Even mumbled, her words rang with sincerity, something that was all too rare in the known universe. It's what made her so special. ****** That evening, Chryssa had dinner in her room. She didn't feel like socializing, she was too worn out. The spa had given her some extra cream and she'd used it on her sore muscles and holes, and it helped but not enough. So she filled up the big tub in her floor with hot water and scented oils, and lowered herself in for a nice, long soak. With her hair piled on top of her head, her head resting on a pillow on the ledge, and the hot water steaming around her, she felt fucking fantastic. From Terra Ch. 15 This was really the life. Sometimes she had to remind herself that she had a brother out there in space, one whose fate she needed to know, in order to keep herself from thinking that maybe she should just stay at House Exotica for the rest of her life. Being pampered and pleasured. Especially if all of her return clients were like Lord Plath and Brik. That would be great. Maybe, once she left and found out what happened to Jed, she could return to House Exotica. It had been implied that she was sought after. Once her debt was paid, if she was working of her own volition, maybe she could pick and choose her clients. Although, so far, it's not like she'd had a bad experience, so maybe she wouldn't even need to. But Chryssa was also aware that the universe was full of all sorts of creatures and that not all of them were going to be nice. Heck, as much as she enjoyed fucking Lord Plath, if one of the mangy Lickens that had kidnapped her ever showed up here at House Exotica, she'd kick it in the balls. Her thoughts whirled around as she relaxed in the hot bath, feeling the slick glide of her skin thanks to the oils. The soreness in her body was already fading. Seriously, how could anyone NOT like this? The sound of the door to her room sliding open had her sighing. Without opening her eyes, she waved her hand at whoever it was. "Go away. No more clients, seriously. Two yesterday and one today was more than enough, thank you. Get another girl to do it." The sound of an enraged growl had her eyes popping up and she thrashed, trying to sit up full and see who had come in, but before she could even get a grip on the edge of the tub she was being pulled from the water. Chryssa shrieked, reaching out and grabbing onto the first thing she could hold... which happened to be Lord Plath's shoulders. The Licken was glaring at her, his eyes glowing molten silver, the way they sometimes did when he was aroused. Except, Chryssa didn't think that was the emotion holding him now. The snarl on his face had her trying to shrink back, but he was dangling her off the ground, his hands securely on her waist, and there was nowhere for her to go. "Three? You've been with THREE other males since I last saw you?" From Terra Ch. 16 "Three? You've been with THREE other males since I last saw you?" Lord Plath sounded infuriated, which made absolutely no sense to Chryssa. She glared at him, more than a little annoyed that her nice relaxing bath had just been interrupted just so he could yell at her for doing her job. "Exactly how do you think a whorehouse works, my lord?" she asked, snapping back at him. "I'm trying to work off a debt, remember? Why do you care so much? How many of the females have YOU fucked in the past few days?" "None." The growling answer stumped her for a moment and she blinked. Only for a moment, though, and then she realized he was still being unreasonable. "Okay, well it's not exactly how you earn your money, is it?" His irrational behavior was kind of confusing, until she realized that part of her was relieved he hadn't been with any other females, and she suddenly had an inkling of what the problem was. "Are you jealous?" The Licken put her down, although her kept his hands on her waist and his glower hadn't gotten any softer. "House Exotica's females don't usually have clients every day. Or twice a day." "I've been told I'm special," Chryssa said, smiling sweetly up at him. Actually, she was kind of happy to see him. Okay, more than kind of. "You're being abused." The uncompromising expression on his face was actually kind of sweet when he put it that way. On the other hand, it would have been a lot sweeter if he'd said that HE thought she was special, too. "Are you too stupid to realize that?" Sweetness factor eradicated. Chryssa scowled. "I just said I needed a break, didn't I?" She poked him in the chest. Hard. "I'm not an idiot. I'll speak up for myself when I think I need to." "So you'll tell me no, but not any of the others?" The angry growl in his voice had her exasperation rising again. What kind of answer did he want from her? She couldn't figure him out, so she just went with her usual route: honesty. "I said I needed a break before I knew who you were. Are YOU too stupid to realize that? I didn't need a break before, I was enjoying myself, but I'm -" She was about to tell him how worn out she was, but the Licken lord's face had hardened to stone and suddenly she found herself pitching forward. The alien tucked her under his arm so that her upper body was hanging down and facing the back of his legs. The clip holding up her hair was loosening its hold so that her hair was starting to fall down around her face. His arm was like a vise around her waist and he shifted his leg so that it was in front of hers, holding her in place. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Chryssa shrieked as his hard hand came down on her backside, alternating between her ass cheeks. The blows stung and burned, and she could tell he wasn't holding back at all. "You will not speak to me so disrespectfully." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She howled, squirming, unable to get away from the strong alien's grip. Her butt felt like it was on fire as his large hand covered most of her cheek with every swat. Kicking her legs did nothing, and neither did trying to get loose. Tears were already sparking in her eyes and her creamy skin was quickly turning bright pink under the steady assault. "You said it to me first!" SMACK! SMACK! Chryssa pushed at his hands on her waist, uselessly. "You were pleased that you were overworked." The disapproving tone of voice he used just made her want to kick him. He wasn't an elder dammit, he was just a client! Who was he to lecture her? "That is stupid." "I never said that!" If she could just swing her upper body a little bit closer to his leg, she'd be able to bite him, but the effort was just making her dizzy and her butt was starting to really hurt. Tears blurred her vision and she whimpered as he landed two blows to her sit-spots. "Stop it! Let me go!" To her surprise, he pulled her back up to her feet. Her head tilted back, she looked up at him, blinking the tears away. Her vision hadn't quite cleared, so it was another shock when he suddenly lifted her up and she found herself pressed between him and the wall, the head of his cock pushing against her pussy. Despite her tears, his lips found hers, kissing her fiercely. Her body had reacted to the spanking, even though it had hurt, and she was wet enough for the fat head of his cock to push into her. The buzzing sensation made her juices flow, making her sore channel slick in preparation for him. She moaned against his mouth, her fingers digging into his shoulders, as he pushed in deep. Although she'd started to feel better while she was soaking in the tub, her inner muscles were still sore from fucking Brik earlier. Lord Plath's large cock stretched her, making her ache uncomfortably, and yet it felt so good too. She was always amazed at how flexible and accommodating her body could be. One arm wrapped around her waist, just above her hips, to hold her lower body away from the wall so that he could fuck her more easily, the other was like a suction cup on her breast, pressing her into the wall for leverage. Chryssa's pussy spamsed as he plundered her body with tongue and cock, his steady thrusts going deep with her legs wrapped around his body. There was something urgent about his thrusts. For someone who was upset she was being abused, he certainly seemed intent on abusing her himself. Not that she was stopping him. As sore as her pussy was, her body thrilled to having him inside of her again. He was back so soon... and she knew that was as unusual as her client schedule. The strength of him, as he held her against the wall, fucking her so good and deep, was a huge turn on. Chryssa didn't worry for one second that he would drop her. When his lips lifted from hers, he moved his mouth to her throat, sucking on the delicate skin there. Little painful bites that made her writhe with pleasure on his cock. "You need a keeper," he murmured, licking just beneath her earlobe. "Someone to watch over you, and fuck you often like the little cock-hungry slut you are." Chryssa moaned in agreement. Anything he said right now would sound good, but especially the fucking her often part. She was a cock-hungry slut... especially for him. If it had been anyone else at her door - a stranger or one of the other aliens she'd already fucked - she wouldn't have had any trouble sending them away. But with Lord Plath... she didn't want to. It was an uncomfortable thought, because she knew she didn't exactly have any choices like that, but it was true all the same. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she tried to move back against him, her pussy clamping down around his cock. Tomorrow she would be more sore than ever, but it would be worth it. She arched, trying to press her clit more firmly against his body, needing the pressure and the friction as heat and pleasure spiraled in her core. The buzzing length of his cock was going so deep, and she was so tight around him in this position, that it nearly took her breath away. Pain flared on her shoulder, right where it met her neck, and she screamed, rearing slightly, even as her pussy convulsed. He'd bitten her! Pushing at him, she struggled slightly, but she couldn't let go of him with her legs or she risked dropping to the floor. Not that he budged an inch anyway. "Whey did you do that?" she cried out, putting one hand over the sensitive spot. It seemed to throb under her palm. Lord Plath's eyes glowed with the silver fire she'd grown so used to. "Because I could." Angered, Chryssa lashed out at him, trying to hit him, but he just grabbed her wrists and held them above her head with one hand. The hand that had been squeezing her breast. She whimpered as he slowed his thrusts, lowering his head to suck her nipple into his mouth and bite down on it. The ache on her neck was already fading, somehow melding into the pleasure that was racing along her veins. She was pinned against the wall, impaled on his cock, and even though she should be righteously pissed at him, she was too needy to be mad. The needs of her body, as usual, had outweighed the needs of her mind. Chryssa didn't care that he thought her a cock-hungry slut, she knew that's what she'd become. She wanted the ecstasy, the passion, and she would take it from where she could get it. Although, some small part of her admitted that she did particularly enjoy Lord Plath's brand of passion, and that she was secretly delighted by both the protectiveness and jealousy he'd displayed tonight. Less delighted with the biting, but at least it hadn't hurt for very long. His head lifted, eyes staring straight into hers as her nipples and pussy throbbed, her orgasm approaching. "Who am I, little Terran? Who is fucking you right now?" "You are" she said, gasping it out as she writhed for him, her legs tightening around his waist as she tried to draw him in deeper. "I want to hear you say my name." The growl in his voice sent a shiver straight down to her pussy, his lips pressing against her neck, teeth scraping over the delicate skin. Her breasts were mashed against his hard chest, the wall behind her unyielding against her shoulder blades. Rough thrusts filled her pussy, the buzzing rings on his cock making the walls of her channel throb. "ZYANDER!" She screamed his name as she came, half-sobbing from the intense ecstasy that ripped through her. The growling, groaning sound he made was barely audible as white noise filled her ears, explosions of rapture wracking her body. It felt like her pussy had tightened down to the point where it was almost painful for his cock to move inside of her, but that discomfort only made her climax more intense. Chryssa's head knocked against the wall, making her cry out again, but it didn't matter... she was too wrapped up in her passion to really feel it. Strong, hard thrusts pounded into her mercilessly, stretching her cunt over and over as it spasmed. The rasp of his body against her swollen clit had her writhing against him, rubbing herself on him. Hot liquid streamed into her, making her cry out again as the heat filled her. Her orgasm rolled around her, rising and receding along with the vibrations of his cock and making her whimper with the overwhelming bliss of it all. Slowly, he slid out of her, and she winced a bit, her pussy twinging in protest. Not because he was removing himself, but because she was now twice as sore as she had been. "I'm sorry, little Terran," he murmured, lifting her in his arms, as he saw her wince. He carried her over to her bed, laying her on it, and Chryssa flopped, exhausted. She hadn't even opened her eyes since he'd lifted her in his arms, content to just let him take control over the situation. Her body ached. If he wanted to pick her up and carry her around, who was she to argue? "I let my temper get the better of me." Chryssa wiggled a few fingers in the direction of his voice. "I'm fine. Just tired. Go away now, please. Want sleep." The soft chuckle that greeted her ears was welcome. Sometimes she never knew what was going to amuse him or what was going to anger him. Strange to already be figuring that out when she'd only met the male three times, but apparently she'd been keeping track. Soft fingers stroked her hair. "Sleep, little Terran. I must go talk to Matron." She was already out by the time he passed through the door. From Terra Ch. 17 Her first clue that she was no longer in House Exotica was the noise. The men weren't talking very loudly, but it was so unusual to hear men talking in her hallway at all, that she noticed it immediately. Her second clue, was the large, hot body that was curled up around her own. Had Matron actually let a client spend the night? That was more than highly unusual, it was unheard of. It still didn't hit her that she was no longer in the whore house, however, until she opened her eyes. Although the room she was in was nicely furnished, the decorations were nothing like she'd seen in House Exotica. All of the rooms there were made for sex, whereas this room had more of a lived-in feel. Almost homey. The decorations were soothing dark blues, greens and grays, not the reds and blacks that Matron used for inciting passion in the clients. Chryssa wriggled, trying to move away from the big body behind hers so that she could see who it was. Immediately, the arm around her waist tightened, drawing her back. "Where do you think you're going?" Lord Plath's growl in her ear sent shivers down her spine. "I don't know... I don't know where I am," she said, pouting, as she twisted. He loosened his hold on her enough that she could roll over underneath his arm and face him. The Licken lord's silvery grey eyes studied her face, as if looking for something specific. Chryssa had no idea what. "You're on my ship," he said finally. "Your ship?!" She was so surprised that her voice actually squeaked. Despite being able to hear men walking by the door, she'd assumed that they were in some part of House Exotica that she hadn't been to. A secret part, maybe. A more private part. "Why am I on your ship?" "You're mine now and I'm taking you home," he said, with every evidence of smug satisfaction. His body pressed against hers, his erection hard against her stomach, and for a very brief moment, Chryssa was almost distracted by the aroused response of her own body. But only for a second. Putting her hands against his chest, she pushed. "I don't believe you." That wasn't entirely true. Part of her just didn't want to believe him. She'd gotten used to House Exotica and her circumstances there. Merxia had become her friend. The work hadn't been so bad. And she knew that Matron and Tralik had started to trust her, which was her first step in figuring out how to escape. Now she was on a ship? Headed who knew where? With a Licken Lord? Was he going to sell her to another House? He said she was his... so did that mean he was keeping her? Where would he keep her? What was going to happen to her? "Calm down," Lord Plath said, seeing the incipient panic on her face. Making a low growling noise, he pushed himself up and out of the bed, distracting her from the whirl of thoughts as she saw that he was completely naked. Heat pulsed between her legs, entirely unwelcome for once, because she didn't really think she should be in the mood to get it on when her life was up in the air! Again! "What's this?" she asked as he tossed a filmy length of fabric at her. Pulling on his pants, he nodded at the fabric in her hands. "It's your dress. Put it on." This was a dress? She held it up, confused. It looked more like a big loop of fabric. With an exasperated sigh, Lord Plath was suddenly standing in front of her, pulling her up from the bed. Taking the big loop, he made it into two loops and put it over her head. One loop he left resting on her shoulder, pulling her opposite arm through the loop, and then the rest of it fell to her hips. It just barely covered her breasts, ass and pussy, leaving one shoulder entirely exposed, along with half her belly and back and all of her legs. Any movement would cause the fabric to gape, so that anyone could see underneath it. Chryssa looked down at herself in a bit of a shock. She'd thought the dresses at House Exotica were revealing, but this was even more so. "Perfect," Lord Plath said. He turned towards the door. "Come." "Come? Where are we going?" she asked, hurrying to catch up to him, mostly because he was the only familiar thing in this new world she'd found herself in. She wondered if he was going to put on a shirt. The door slid open as he reached it and stepped out into the hall. Apparently not. "You said you did not believe me. I am going to show you and then I am going to claim you." He sounded completely confident, but his words didn't make any sense to her. Well, the showing her part did. But she already believed him. The hallway was definitely the hall of a ship, not of House Exotica, and she could feel the thrumming vibration of the engines underneath her bare feet. It wasn't very noticeable, but it was there. Several Lickens were out in the hallway, regarding her with a kind of intent curiosity that made her intensely uncomfortable. What she didn't understand was what he meant by claim her. He'd already said that she was his, and if she was on his ship, then she assumed he'd bought her from House Exotica. The thought made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside, right before she got a bit pissed too... wasn't anyone ever going to ask her what she wanted? Yeah, she probably would have said yes if he'd asked her if she wanted to leave the House with him, but since it hadn't, it made her feel a bit irate at him for just taking her away. She hadn't even gotten the chance to say goodbye to her friends! "So, what am I now? Your personal sex slave?" she asked, trying to understand as she trotted along beside him. The Lickens who passed them in the hall all paused as he went by, a fist thumping against their chest in a kind of salute. All of them looked at her, but not with the sexual interest that she'd expected... just that same curiosity. "You will be my prinessa." "That word doesn't translate," she said, frustrated. Lord Plath came to a halt outside of another door, pressing his palm against the scanner there. She grabbed his arm as the door slid open, trying to get his attention. "I don't know what that means." "It means you are mine and you will serve me," he said, arrogance in every line of his body as he walked into the room. Chryssa kept a hold on his arm as she was pulled in, her eyes going big. They were obviously on the command deck. Lickens were scattered around the room in front of various consoles and there were huge screens, showing the vastness of space around them and in front of them. "You will spend your time pleasuring me and only me." "So... sex slave." That didn't sound so bad really... depending. "Am I your only sex slave?" Lord Plath came to a halt, scowling down at her. "You will be my prinessa. I will have no other." "I'm a wife? Is that what it means?" "No, I already have my contracted union with my child-bearer, which I believe is what you Terrans deem a wife. You will meet her when we arrive." "You're married?!" Her voice came out as a screech and she let go of his arm as if she'd just been burned. Married - and yet taking her home to be his sex slave? His poor wife! Or child-bearer, or whatever he'd called her. To think, Chryssa had actually been feelings... things... for him. Lord Plath's scowl deepened and he reached out, grabbing her hands. "What is wrong with you?" "You're married," she said, struggling to pull her hands away. "I shouldn't be touching you!" Laughter bubbled around the room and Chryssa remembered that they had an audience. The Licken lord's jaw clenched at the scene she was making, in front of the men she commanded. Firmly gripping her wrists, he dragged her over to the chair in the center of the room, so that he could sit down and pull her across his lap. The loops of fabric that made up her dress immediately slid out of place, exposing her upturned bottom. "You are no longer on Terra," he said, one hand pressed firmly against her lower back to hold her in place. "Your cultural taboos have no bearing on mine." "CHEATER! JERK!" More laughter and snickers broke out around them. SMACK! Chryssa shrieked as his hand came down hard on her backside. She'd forgotten how broad and unyielding his hand was, even though she'd expected the spanking as soon as he'd put her into position. But it didn't matter. The jerk was cheating on his wife! Repeatedly! With her! And now he thought it was okay to bring her home with his wife there? She didn't care what his culture thought was okay, she was definitely not okay with it! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "You will be my prinessa once I claim you," he said, firmly, over her gasps and howls as he rained down blows on her sensitive backside. Chryssa squirmed, writhing as she tried to get away from his punishing hand. It already felt like her skin was flaming, and as the swats brought more blood to the surface of her skin, it just heightened the painful sensations. "You will learn not to cause a scene." "If you think I'm going to just let you use me for sex, while your poor wife is around, you'd better get used to some serious scenes!" Chryssa yelled out, furious, even though she knew it was probably going to get her an even worse spanking. On the other hand, if she embarrassed him enough, maybe he'd realize that what he was doing was wrong. Tears streamed down her face as he walloped her upturned rump, his hands covering every inch of her pale skin. She kicked and writhed to no avail, her hands scrabbling at his leg to try and get away. One of the other Lickens said something in their own language, which she didn't understand, and the spanking suddenly stopped. Lord Plath responded, his hand coming down to rest on her reddened ass, rubbing the hot surface while she gasped and gulped and tried to get her tears under control. Had one of the other Lickens just stood up for her? What had happened? Suddenly she found herself being lifted in the air and turned around. She was set down so that she was straddling Lord Plath's lap, the looping fabric of her garment not covering anything but her stomach now. Sniffling, she glared defiantly at the Licken, silently daring him to do his worst. "My second-in-command has reminded me that on Terra, this taboo you speak of is a sin," he said, as if the word 'sin' was unfamiliar and frankly incomprehensible to him. "You should know, on Licka, it is the norm. My child-bearer sent me a message last week that she has already found a prin for herself and brought him home from one of the gladiator rings. Lickens only have sexual relations with each other for child-bearing purposes, after two children, we are free to seek out a prin or prinessa for our pleasure." As he spoke, his hands came down to grasp her butt, rubbing and caressing the reddened cheeks, and distracting her horribly. Even though the spanking had hurt, her pussy was now wet and creamy and she had a needy ache throbbing in her loins. Still, she was pretty sure she got the basic gist of what he was saying, she just didn't quite get it. And she wasn't going to indulge in her desires, and possibly hurt his wife's feelings, if she didn't understand. Although, it sounded like at least his wife got to also have a piece on the side, but why didn't they just stay faithful to each other? "Why do you only have sexual relations with your wife for procreation?" she asked. It sounded like what the elders on Terra preached, except that they would never condone the idea of having a secondary relationship specifically for sexual purposes. "How many prinessas are you allowed to have?" "Sex between Lickens is painful," he said. "Licken females... they do not stretch as easily as Terran women or many other females in the universe. The bulb on the end of our cocks holds our seed and when it swells inside a Licken female's womb, it hurts both of us. Her womb will contract, squeezing the seed out and draining the male of both his seed and his energy. Centuries ago, when we began to travel the stars and meet beings from other worlds, we discovered that there was more to sexual pleasure than release and procreation. Both sexes are able to have relations with other species, which is far more pleasurable than relations with our own. Because of that, we are required to contract with each other and produce two children, otherwise our own race would have died out a long time ago because we prefer relations with others." "So... you don't love her," said Chryssa slowly, trying to wrap her head around a species that actually evolved in such a way that sex really was only for procreative purposes. Even if they did achieve pleasure with others. The Terran elders would have loved that. Except, maybe not, since so many of them were giant hypocrites. "She is a good child-bearer and I have no regrets about our contract." The matter-of-fact tone in Lord Plath's voice did a lot to ease Chryssa's conscience, although she did wonder a bit about how Lady Plath actually felt. Then again, if she'd gone and searched out her own male sex slave... that was pretty indicative. "We are... what is the word? Friends. She is looking forward to meeting you." Which was really just too weird for words... but she'd already had her mind opened by her time at House Exotica. This was just another way in which the universe was different from the world she'd grown up on. But... "You didn't answer my question about otherprinessas." Grey eyes glinted. "There is no limit, other than what one can afford. I had not planned on taking anotherprinessa, because you are a greedy, needy Terran, but perhaps after causing such a scene in front of my crew, I need persuading." Something hot and angry swirled in her stomach. Jealousy, she realized. It wasn't just that she didn't want his wife's feelings to be hurt, she didn't want to have to share him with anyone else. Not his wife, not another sex slave... no one. She wanted Lord Plath to herself. Which was probably not the best attitude for a sex slave, but it seemed as though he was saying he wanted the same kind of fidelity from her. There was something in his manner that said he was not serious about considering taking other women, but he also wanted a sop to his pride after the screaming, shrieking insults she'd thrown at him. "What do you want me to do?" she asked slowly as his hands squeezed her butt, giving her a pretty good idea of what he had in mind. "Take off your dress, all the way." She still felt like snorting when he called the loops of fabric a dress, but she didn't say anything, just lifted them up and off over her head. "Now turn around and get back into this position, but facing away from me. I'm going to claim you now." Chryssa's eyes widened, but she stood and turned, placing her legs so that they were on the outside of his. Behind her, she could hear his clothes rustling, and she knew that he was opening his pants. When she sat back down, it would be on top of his cock. Facing away from him, she could see all the other Lickens in the room... every single one of them appeared to be staring at her and Lord Plath. She felt like whimpering in embarrassment at their rapt attention, but at the same time, seeing all of their eyes on her naked body, knowing that she was about to be thoroughly fucked in front of all of them, roused a hot, wild need inside of her. The command seat made it seem as though she and Lord Plath were on a stage, and their audience was watching her with lustful eyes. Watching, but never able to touch, because she was Lord Plath's. And he was claiming her. Hands firmly gripped her hips, pulling her downward, and Chryssa groaned as the thick heat of his cock pushed against her pussy. Her muscles were tighter, because she was standing, and despite her wetness it burned as his cock entered her. A good kind of burn, but one that still made her writhe uncomfortably as she sank lower. She didn't know how long she'd slept, but it was long enough that her body was recovered to the point of desperately wanting another orgasm. The watching eyes didn't hinder her enjoyment of the proceedings at all... in her mind, they were all imagining themselves in Lord Plath's place, lusting over her, admiring her. If Lord Plath was claiming her, the way he said he was, then they could lust all they wanted... they'd never get to touch her. In House Exotica, she could have been had for a price, now she couldn't, and that knowledge made her want to tease and taunt them with her lithe body, with her greedy pleasure. She moaned as she settled her bottom against Lord Plath's body, rocking slightly on on his cock as she cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples between her fingers. One of his hands slid down her from her hip and his fingers pressed between her legs, rubbing over her swollen clit and making her gasp as she threw her head back. "Ride me, little Terran... fuck yourself on my cock like a good little slut. My little slut." His words purred, loud enough that everyone in the room could hear him. Passion and need rushed through her at his possessive pronoun. She wasn't a whore anymore, she was a slut, and she belonged to him. Chryssa was sure that the sexually charged Licken would be able to keep up with her appetites, if any many could. Out of all the males who'd paid for her services at House Exotica, he'd seemed the most personally interested in her, and she'd responded to him from the very beginning. She moved, her pussy clenching as her thighs tensed and she lifted herself up. Pinching her nipples, although it felt good, was too difficult, and she leaned forward to rest her hands on his strong thighs so that she could balance herself better. Her breasts hung beneath her, swaying, as she began to bounce up and down. The room was completely silent, but for the sloppy sounds of her wet pussy, her moans and his low grunts as she rode him. Every eye was on her, watching her moving her body up and down his cock, his fingers rubbing at her clit, his other hand tightly gripping her hip. She could feel the vibrating rings on his cock stimulating her inner walls, the fat head probing deep inside of her. Throwing back her head as her ecstasy started to build, she moved harder and faster, fucking herself on his cock, racing towards the orgasm that she so desperately craved. As always, her selfish need for her own pleasure overwhelmed her, enrapturing the watching audience. They'd heard about her, the whore that had so drawn their leader's interest, heard of her reputation, and now they could see how true it was. She wasn't play-acting or pretending in order to make him happy, she was just having a rousing good time riding his cock and using him to get herself off. The little Terran was the genuine article, a greedy, sexual slut that was more than happy to be fucked, no matter the circumstances. Every single one of them wanted to possess such a creature as her. Suddenly, Lord Plath's hand left her hip and moved up, his fingers curving around her throat and pulling her back against him. Chryssa screamed as she felt his teeth sink into her throat, right where her neck met her shoulder, and his fingers simultaneously pinched her clit. Something was happening at her throat, where he bit her, a chemical reaction that nearly blinded her with its intensity as her orgasm burst inside of her like a super nova. She screamed, writhing, one of her hands over each of his, holding onto him as she was swept away into a raging river of sensation. Inside of her, his cock buzzed and swelled, and she sobbed as he manipulated her clit, drawing out her orgasm, his hands and teeth holding her firmly in place on his lap. Heat filled her as he burst, the jet of his cum filling her pussy and she screamed again, high and keening. It felt like the pleasure was never-ending, and yet it was so intense that she felt faint from it. From Terra Ch. 17 Lord Plath held her there, in place, until she finally stopped shaking and squirming, her body going limp with sexual satisfaction as he gently stroked her folds. She whimpered a bit as his teeth pulled away from her neck, her hand automatically going to up to touch where he'd bit her, certain that she'd feel blood coming from the spot, he'd bitten her so hard. Instead, she felt ridges where his teeth had indented her skin, and, instead of pain, a shocking swirl of arousal as her fingers brushed over the spot. "What?!" Her body tingled as she pressed the indents more firmly. "I've marked you," Lord Plath said smugly. "You are now my prinessa. My marking will feel very good when I touch you there. I've been told some prinees can orgasm just from having their mark stimulated." A new way to orgasm? Chryssa was intrigued even as she was a little irritated that Lord Plath's claiming of her actually involved physically marking her without so much as a by-your-leave. In the back of her head, she realized, she'd kept the thought that she could always escape him too, the way she'd been planning to escape House Exotica, if she felt the need to. Having an actual physical mark would make any kind of disguise more difficult, depending on what it actually looked like. She craned her neck, trying to see, but was unable to. "Back to work," Lord Plath snapped out, pulling Chryssa off his cock and up into his arms. "I am going to take my prinessa back to my room," he said to his second-in-command, who nodded. "I'll return in two cycles. You have command until then." "Yes, Sir," the other Licken said, thumping his fist against his chest in salute. A tiny smile curved his lips as his eyes went to Chryssa's naked body. "Only two cycles, my Lord?" "She'll need a bit of rest," Lord Plath said, his voice smug. Chryssa rolled her eyes. Males. They were all the same. ****** Holy Mother of Terra! Chryssa stared at her reflection in the mirror. She'd just woken up after Lord Plath had completely exhausted her in his bed. The Licken had been of a mind to celebrate her claiming, which he'd done by tying her down and playing with her nipples while licking at his 'mark' until she'd been nearly mindless with need, and begging for him to fuck her. Then he'd turned her over and fucked her ass while she was on all fours, while she'd cum again and again, her pussy spasming emptily while he rubbed her clit hard. When he'd finally cum in her ass, filling a second hole with his hot cream, he'd bitten down on her mark again and she'd practically imploded with passion. Apparently, an orgasm one of the regular ways, combined with being re-bitten, was an explosively intense combination. It had been no surprise to the Licken when she'd fairly collapsed afterwards. He'd whispered in her ear that she should rest and he would be back later. When she'd awoken, she'd been alone, and had assumed that he'd gone to resume command of the ship, so she'd stumbled into what she figured was a bathroom. She'd been right, but she'd gotten sidetracked from her initial goal - the commode - by her reflection. The "mark" was actually an imprint of his teeth, and the indentations freaking glowed! They glowed SILVER! It was impossible to miss and she couldn't even imagine how hard it would be to cover. What if the damn thing glowed through fabric? Although, maybe it didn't... maybe the loop dress only had one shoulder for a reason. Still, most fashions throughout the universe that she'd seen in House Exotica would never cover a mark like this. Any Licken looking at her would immediately know what it was. Why hadn't anyone at House Exotica ever mentioned this? Or maybe none of them had deemed it important. Or didn't know. Chryssa delicately traced her fingers over the mark, shuddering as her pussy clenched in response. Maybe this wasn't so bad... maybe she could find out what had happened to her brother and rescue him without having to leave Lord Plath completely. After all, she rather liked the big alien, even if he was a Licken. He did have that marvelous cock. Plus, as much as he considered her his, she was starting to realize that she considered him hers as well. Otherwise, why would she have gotten so jealous over the idea of him having other prinessas? She would have to think about it. Watching in the mirror as she pressed a little harder on the mark, she shivered. From Terra Ch. 18 The journey from House Exotica to Lord Plath's home was uneventful, although certainly not boring. Chryssa found quite a few things to explore on the ship, from the recreation room to the library. Even though she couldn't read all the languages that the books were in, there was a computer which could read them to her, translating it into Terran for her enjoyment. She was also starting to pick up quite a bit of Licken, since being on an all-Licken ship, that's what everyone spoke unless they were talking to her. The other reason she wasn't bored was Zyander. He'd insisted that she stop calling him Lord Plath, because he said he liked hearing his name on her lips. Now she only did it to annoy him. It was a two-week trip, full of getting to know the crew, researching information about what happened to Licken prisoners from Terra, searching the computer's database in hopes of finding out where her brother had gone, and being thoroughly fucked by Zyander. He was insatiable in his appetites, and she was just fucking thrilled. Secretly she wondered if he worried that he wouldn't be able to fulfill her needs, because quite often if he saw her laughing or joking with any of his crew, she'd be full of his cock within ten minutes. The male didn't care where he took her, his bed, the hall, the dining room... and Chryssa had found that she loved being watched. More than once, she'd seen a Licken bring himself to orgasm while watching her getting thoroughly fucked by Zyander, and it always turned her on. Even so, she wouldn't have let any of them touch her, not as long as Zyander wasn't touching another female. She rather liked having something, someone of her own. He seemed to feel the same. Often he would cuddle with her, talk with her, tease her... she was starting to get to know a whole new side of him. Not that the other facets of his personality ever disappeared. She got a hell of a spanking one day when he caught her playing with herself. Apparently if she was going to get off, she was going to get off with him and him only. She was now under strict orders to seek him out if she found herself craving sexual release. Chryssa found it amusing, but since she preferred his cock to her fingers, she didn't argue. Although, it didn't stop her from playing with herself either, on occasion, just because the forbidden aspect of the act added a little thrill to it. She knew that he'd catch her at it again eventually, but she was kind of looking forward to that. While she still didn't like getting spanked all that much, the fucking that came afterwards was phenomenal. Everything was so easy and fun on the ship, that when they finally arrived at Licka, she found herself incredibly nervous about the changes that would occur once they landed. After all, she was going to be living in the same house as his wife. She didn't care if it was called something different and meant something different for Lickens, she was having trouble wrapping her head around it. The mark was something else she was having trouble wrapping her head around. She loved the pleasure she derived from it, the orgasms were explosive, although sometimes almost too overwhelming, but she really hated the mark itself. It glowed through fabric, no matter how thick, she found, and cosmetics did nothing to cover it. On the other hand, she got a thrill from looking at and stroking the mark, part of her liking that Zyander had basically branded her. She just would have liked it a lot better if she could hide it when she wanted to. The fact that she was going to be arriving on Licka and meeting Zyander's wife, with his glowing teeth marks imprinted on her skin, was freaking her out a little - even beyond the fact that if she ever needed to disguise herself it was proving extremely difficult. She couldn't shake the very Terran conviction that the other female in Zyander's life was going to hate her and rightfully so. Even more disturbing, was the realization that she worried over it, not just because she figured Zyander's child-bearer could make her life difficult, but because she worried that the female, Porluxa, might be able to convince Zyander to get rid of Chryssa. Zyander insisted that Porluxa had no say over his choice of prinessa, but Chryssa just couldn't quite shake her anxiety. Maybe Porluxa would be too busy with her prine to bother with her much. She hoped. Licka was beautiful from space, it looked a lot like the pictures of Terra that Chryssa had seen, but with a few key differences. There was only one huge continent that she could see from the window, although Zyander said there were two more on the other side of the planet. The color of water was a much brighter blue than Terra's, and the clouds looked almost like they had a sheen of lavender to them, but otherwise, it was fairly similar. The continent she was able to see was green all the way across. Zyander had explained that each of the continents were completely unique. She was looking at the Fields of Green. On the other side of the planet was the Fields of Ice and the Fields of Sand. Lickens lived on all three continents, but each continent was devoted to a different kind of lifestyle. The Fields of Green was full of farms and manors, the Fields of Ice had small villages, and the Fields of Sand supported a more nomadic lifestyle. They were going to be landing at Zyander's manor. During the shuttle ride down, Zyander sat her on his lap. The loops of fabric around her body didn't help her feel any more confident about meeting Porluxa, however, it did give him quite easy access to her body. It was kind of hard to concentrate on being anxious when he had his fingers in her pussy and one hand kneading her breast. Chryssa tried to push his hands away. "Stop it! I don't want to be all turned on when I meet your wife!" At least, not any more turned on than he already had her. "Stop calling her that," Zyander said irritably. "I am beginning to think it means something different to you than it means to me. She knows that are coming and that you are my prinessa. It would not surprise me if she wanted to explore some of your body herself. Porluxa is nearly as curious as you are about sexual relations." "You mean I have to have sex with your wife too?!" Chryssa shrieked, starting to try to struggle away from him. Which was pointless, since she was strapped in on top of him. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She shrieked again as he spanked her pussy, since her bottom was out of reach. The burning sting went straight through her core, making her even wetter as her pussy lips plumped from his assault. "Stop calling her that," he ordered. "She is my child-bearer, and our children have been born. There will be no more of your Terran terms. They upset you and they do not correlate entirely correctly." Chryssa squirmed on his lap as his fingers went back to stroking her wet folds, growling under her breath as he stoked her reluctant arousal. "You will not have to have sex with Porluxa, you are mine. However, if she is interested in examining the differences between her anatomy and yours, I will expect you to be a good girl and hold still so that she may examine and touch you." His voice became a bit huskier. "I think I would enjoy watching that." Okay, so no sex, just a little bit of molestation. Chryssa rolled her eyes. She'd been told at House Exotica that some of the clients enjoyed having two females at once. Chryssa didn't understand why, but apparently there was a male fascination with watching two females touching each other. Whatever. As long as she didn't have to touch Porluxa, she figured she could deal with it. Chryssa had no interest in touching another female. Zyander better not think that he could get away with touching Porluxa either, though, just because his wife - child-bearer - was touching her. If Chryssa had to live with this damn mark on her neck, she figured she should be allowed to be possessive of him as well. Giving Zyander a dirty look as the shuttle landed and he unstrapped them from the chair, she rearranged the loops of fabric around her body to be as covering as possible. Which, wasn't very covering, but she tried. Her nipples were throbbing and her pussy was slippery wet as she walked, her movement stimulating her clit. Dammit... she wanted an orgasm and she wanted it now, but Zyander was walking ahead of her and already at the entrance to the shuttle. She hurried to catch up, just as he turned back to look at her. When she reached him, he lifted his hand to the back of her neck, resting his fingers there in a possessive manner. That was kind of nice, even if she did want to kick him for getting her all riled up and leaving her without any kind of satisfaction. Maybe they could just go straight to the bedroom. The view when they finally walked out of the shuttle was almost enough to distract her from the clamoring need in her body. If the building in front of her was what Zyander meant by "manor," there was definitely a cultural disconnect in definitions. The so-called manor was gigantic, more along the lines of a freaking castle! Not that there were many castles left on Terra, but there were plenty of ruins of them, and Chryssa had always been fascinated by the stories and pictures of the massive structures. The building in front of her was what she imagined a castle would be like. It was massive, wider than any building she'd ever seen, and four stories high, intimidating in sheer size alone. The grey material it was built with had a luminescent quality, like an opal - one of the costly stones she'd been introduced to at House Exotica. In front of the manor was a large stone courtyard, lined with unfamiliar plants, and in the center of the courtyard was a circle of benches, obviously some kind of gathering or meeting place. In the middle of that circle stood a Licken female, with several Licken males standing at attention around her. Chryssa finally understood how Zyander could live in the same building as his child-bearer, and yet see very little of her. Although, she had to assume that the female standing in the courtyard was Porluxa, which meant that they were going to see her NOW. She might have tried to drag her heels a bit, but Zyander's firm hold on the back of her neck prevented that. Instead, she was propelled through the door and down the ramp of the shuttle. The female in the courtyard had a big smile on her face, so Chryssa figured it either wasn't Porluxa, or the child-bearer was just as fine with the situation as Zyander had said. Which was encouraging. A breeze stirred the loops of fabric around her and she put her hands down on them, making sure that they stayed in place. She'd gotten pretty used to being fucked whenever and wherever Zyander wanted, no matter who else was there, but that didn't mean she wanted this other female seeing her naked, aroused body. It was one thing when the audience was all-male, another when there was a female who had a connection to Zyander. Especially since she apparently might want to look and touch Chryssa herself. "Welcome home, my lord," called the female, in a high, lilting voice, as Zyander and Chryssa approached. The Licken female's eyes studied Chryssa with interest and a complete lack of hostility, which was reassuring. "And welcome, prinessa,. I hope your travels were not too arduous." "Porluxa," Zyander said, with pleasure in his voice. Chryssa watched as he pressed his fingertips to Porluxa's cheek. It was an affectionate gesture, without anything sexual in it, more like a brotherly kind of touch. Still, it was hard not to feel a little bit jealous. Porluxa was beautiful, with pale green skin like sea foam and dark green hair that contrasted nicely with her skin. Her dark grey eyes were full of interest as she peered at Chryssa in curiosity. "It is good to see you again. How are the children.?" "They excel at their studies," Porluxa said, returning her attention to Zyander with a smile. "As always. They're very smart." "Good." Pressing Chryssa slightly forward, Zyander's smile widened in a kind of pride. Chryssa resisted the urge to kick him. "I present to you, Chryssa, my prinessa." It had all the tones of a formal introduction, but Chryssa had no idea what she was supposed to do, so she just stood there, feeling incredibly awkward. "Hello," she said, in lieu of anything better to say. "Hello," Porluxa murmured, moving so that she could circle around Chryssa and Zyander. "You're Terran, are you not, Chryssa?" "Yes ah... my lady." "Please, just call me Porluxa," the Licken female said, smiling as she returned to her place standing in front of Chryssa. She looked at Zyander. "May I see under her dress? She looks as though she's built the same as me, but I've never seen a Terran woman before." Bristling that Porluxa was asking Zyander instead of her, Chryssa opened her mouth to respond, when Zyander's fingers squeezed her neck tightly, making her squeak. "Be polite, little Terran," he said warningly. "Unless you want me to bend you over one of these benches and spank you out here where everyone can see." Considering that she ended up in tears every time the Licken administered a disciplinary spanking, that was definitely not how Chryssa wanted to begin her time on Licka. Especially not while Porluxa was watching. Especially because the female was looking more intrigued than ever. "You spank her?" she asked, obviously fascinated. Chryssa found herself blushing in a way that she hadn't in a long time. "Only when she needs it," Zyander said, his long fingers stroking the sides of Chryssa's neck. It was getting harder and harder not to kick him, although when his thumb moved down to rub over his mark on her skin, she had to stifle an aroused moan. Damn him. That simple touch had gone straight to her pussy, arousing her again when she'd finally stopped feeling all hot and bothered. "It's a good way of disciplining her. You should try it with your prine. Porluxa got a smug look on her face. "My prine certainly doesn't require discipline, but I'd like to watch you discipline your prinessa the next time you do so." "She's quite spirited, I'm sure you'll have plenty of opportunities," Zyander said, rubbing his thumb over the mark on Chryssa's neck again. She shivered as her nipples budded and her pussy clenched. If she wasn't so determined to not be spanked out here in the courtyard, during her first hour on Licka, she'd be giving the big bastard plenty of reason to try and discipline her now. There was plenty of room to run from him, unfortunately, there were also far too many guards nearby for her to get very far. He'd better watch himself though. This manor looked far easier to escape from than House Exotica had been, and the woods were visible, less than a mile away. Even if this was a completely different planet, Chryssa was used to living in the woods. She was fairly sure she'd at least be able to survive. Her research on Licka during her time on board the ship hadn't indicated anything terrifying or any more difficult than surviving on Terra. "Take off your dress, sweetheart." It took Chryssa a moment to realize that he was talking to her. She bit her lip against a sassy response, seeing the glint in his eye that said he was just waiting for her to give him an excuse to spank her, and did her best to appear docile as she took off the dress. Both of them knew that it wasn't natural to her, and he watched her with amusement dancing in his eyes. Porluxa didn't even notice, she was so entranced by the different color of Chryssa's nipples and her pussy lips. Crouching down, Porluxa stared in rapt fascination, as Chryssa shifted uncomfortably. "What are these?" Porluxa asked, her fingers skimming across Chryssa's labia, before touching them more firmly, tugging at them. "Does she have a hole?" "Yes, it's within her lips," Zyander said, in the tone of an instructor. He was rubbing Chryssa's mark almost relentlessly now, making her want to gasp as pleasure roiled through her, keeping her distracted from the fact that the fingers touching her pussy were female. "Terran females keep the outsides of their holes within their secondary lips, which are also quite sensitive to the touch. Her clitoris is on the exterior as well." Just by knowing what Porluxa was so interested in on Chryssa's body, was giving her a good idea of what a Licken female's genitalia was like. She definitely didn't want to touch Porluxa's, but she had to admit to a growing curiosity about the differences between them. It gave her more sympathy for Porluxa's curiosity about Chryssa's body. "I want to see." Sympathy gone. Chryssa scowled, grumbling as Zyander flipped her around and made her bend over. She put her hands down on the stone bench in front of her, trying to think of a way to make him pay for this later. Considering that the Licken seemed to have no shame, would touch and fuck her wherever and whenever, and could easily overpower her if she tried to tease him without giving him satisfaction, it wasn't like she had a plethora of choices. Things like flirting with others would just get her punished. Possibly them punished too, and then she'd feel bad. Then again, with a house this big, maybe she could play a version of "hide and seek." After all, if he couldn't find her, he couldn't satisfy himself OR punish her. That thought skittered across her mind as her body clenched, Zyander's fingers spreading her pussy lips. "See? Right here." Chryssa gritted her teeth against a moan as one of his long fingers pushed inside of her, rubbing her and stroking her sensitive channel. Then he pulled it out and circled around her clit with it, spreading moisture around the swelling nub. "This is her clitoris." "How strange..." A more delicate touch stroked her pussy lips, and Chryssa realized that it was Porluxa. Touching. Exploring. Arousing. She didn't want to be aroused by Zyander's child-bearer, but as the delicate touch pressed against her clit, it wasn't exactly easy to resist the growing sensation of pleasure. The fingers slid inside of her and she gasped, clenching, as they scraped against her inner walls. "She has no rings?" Porluxa sounded intrigued and almost a bit envious. "So you cannot interlock with her..." Her voice changed again to something more soft, as if she was reminiscing about pleasure. "My prine has no rings either, I find copulating much more enjoyable without all the interlocking and the pulling... Strange that another species should be so much more compatible with our own." Yeah, "interlocking" and "pulling" didn't sound so great to Chryssa either. Deep down, some part of her wondered exactly how truthful Zyander had been about it being painful for Lickens to have sex, but from the way Porluxa was talking, he hadn't even been exaggerating. Not that Chryssa could concentrate much on the conversation, her own desire for pleasure was beginning to become urgent. At House Exotica, it hadn't mattered much what the aliens who fucked her looked like, and apparently it didn't really matter to her whether the alien was male or female. She just wanted to get off. Porluxa's probing fingers were an awful tease, but so far they weren't leading towards the satisfaction that Chryssa needed. "If you thrust your fingers in and out of her, and keep playing with her clitoris, she'll climax fairly quickly." "Really?" Porluxa asked, sounding intrigued. "So easily?" "Oh yes," Zyander purred. Pervy male. Chryssa scowled. He was obviously playing on Porluxa's curiosity to achieve his fantasy of watching the two women together. Walking around the bench, he came to stand in front of Chryssa, undoing the front of his pants. He looked down at the grouchy expression on Chryssa's face and smiled, almost evilly. "Open up, little Terran. I want to feel your mouth on my cock." From Terra Ch. 18 "She does that too?" Porluxa sounded almost scandalized. "Their throats don't close off the way ours do," Zyander said, stroking Chryssa's mark and making her gasp, so that he could push his cock between her open lips. "She can take me all the way inside." He sounded almost proud the way he said it. Hell, Chryssa was a little proud too. All that training with Tralik had really paid off. Yippee. Okay, proud and a little sarcastic. She grazed her teeth along the underside of his cock, and he gripped her hair a little tighter in warning. Looking up at him wasn't easy, but she managed it. It was worth it just to glare at him. Which was immediately ruined as Porluxa's fingers slid against her g-spot, causing a wave of pleasure to blast through her. She whimpered around Zyander's cock as the thick head pushed into her throat, her pussy shuddering around Porluxa's fingers. Movement out of the corner of her eye reminded her that they had an audience, and her pussy became even wetter. What was it about being watched like this that made her so aroused? Zyander moaned as he thrust in and out of her mouth, his cock moving slickly and easily. Behind her, Porluxa was beginning to time the push of her fingers with Zyander's movements, the constant stroking of Chryssa's clit making her clench and shudder. She gave herself over to the sensations, deciding that she didn't care if Zyander kept talking about her in such a clinical manner... she was turned on by the feel of his meaty cock filling her mouth, by the fingers stroking her with such eagerness, and the rubbing of her clit. What did she care of it was another female causing the pleasure? She just wanted to cum. As if in reward, Zyander began to press the fingers of his free hand against the mark on her throat, sending a heated blast of ecstasy straight down to her already throbbing pussy. The combination of stimulation had her writhing, her bottom moving up and down, as if to encourage Porluxa's efforts. When she glanced up at Zyander, she could see him watching Porluxa, his expression avid and aroused. He was definitely getting off on watching his Licken child-bearer stimulating his Terran prinessa. Chryssa would feel a lot more superior if she wasn't getting off on the fact that he was getting off on it. As audiences went, having Zyander watching her was definitely the most arousing. With every stroke of her fingers, Porluxa became better at giving Chryssa what she needed, driving her closer to her climax. The cock in Chryssa's throat was making it a bit hard for her to breathe, but her lessons had made it possible for her to take him without too much trouble. Being a bit lightheaded actually increased her pleasure, her body tingling all over. "Yeeeeeeeees..." Zyander's voice hissed out, his hand tightening in her hair as his cock plunged down her throat. She sucked hard, feeling her throat muscles working around the thick head of his cock, massaging it, as hot liquid streamed straight down into her belly. At the same time, Porluxa pinched Chryssa's clit, and the lack of hair, combined with a sudden hard squeeze of the mark on her neck, had Chryssa writhing with her own ecstasy. Her cries were muffled by Zyander's cock, but there was no mistaking her passion as she shuddered, her pussy clenching around Porluxa's fingers. The Licken female was fascinated by Chryssa's easy climax, her fingers pressing and stroking, rubbing Chryssa's swollen clit until Chryssa nearly collapsed. The pleasure became so overwhelming that she barely even noticed when Zyander's cock slid from her lips, and his arms went around her, holding her up as she vibrated with the relentless waves of rapture. Finally Porluxa slid her fingers from Chryssa's pussy, leaving her body throbbing and her knees weak. She clung to Zyander as she slowly normalized again, straightening. Over her head, she could hear the two Lickens discussing the differences between Terrans and themselves. "You should come see my prine," Porluxa said. Something about her tone of voice made Chryssa think that the Licken wanted to show off her own Terran to Zyander. Would he make as thorough an inspection of the man as Porluxa had of Chryssa? She couldn't help but giggle at the thought. Somehow she didn't think so, but if he did, she'd definitely want to watch. "He's training right now." "For what? You aren't going to let him go back to the gladiator pits, are you?" Zyander asked, disapproving, as he helped Chryssa back into her loop dress. "Of course not. But he enjoys the training, and it keeps him active. Gives him something to do when I have other matters to attend to. Besides, the guards enjoy practicing with him. Come, I'll show you." Still slightly wobbly, Chryssa sighed as she leaned on Zyander's arm, as Porluxa continued to chatter, leading them into the manner. She would much rather have gone to bed and napped, but apparently no one was asking her. Maybe she'd speak up after they went to see Porluxa's prine. She had to admit to a fair amount of curiosity herself. From Terra Ch. 19 The front hall of the Manor was gorgeously impressive, even though Chryssa didn't pay much attention to it as they passed through. She didn't really have the time to, as Zyander and Porluxa were walking at a rather fast pace. Chryssa had discovered that all Lickens tended to walk faster than a normal Terran would. It made her feel a bit rushed, although she'd started getting used to it on the ship. She could see halls and staircases leading off to other parts of the house. The walls had beautiful decorative paneling, as well as being hung with gorgeous paintings. At some point, she'd probably come back to look at those. There was no telling exactly what the floor was made out of, it looked like stone, but underneath her bare feet it felt nearly as soft as the plushest carpet at House Exotica. That was a relief, just in case Zyander ever put her on her knees - or her hands and knees - on the floor to pleasure him. At least she'd be fairly comfortable. They walked straight through to the back of the Manor, where Chryssa discovered that it was even bigger than she'd realized. The front of the house was quite wide, but in the back there was a large courtyard which was surrounded by yet MORE house. Wings, she remembered from Terra, they were called wings. At least, they were in Terran. The huge training courtyard was completely enclosed by the house, and it was nearly as big as a football field! This was wealth and privilege far beyond anything Chryssa could have ever imagined. In the center of the courtyard, a hulking blonde Terran was fighting with two Lickens. They were all bared to the waist, making it easy to discern who was who. The Terran had broad shoulders, muscles upon muscles, and a bald shaved head. A small trickle of blood adorned his shoulder as he spun and cut at one of the Lickens. Upon seeing the Lord and Lady approaching, a Licken standing off to the side, rang a bell. Immediately the combatants stopped fighting and turned to face the approaching master and mistress of the house. Looking at the Terran's face, Chryssa was suddenly swamped with disappointment. She hadn't even realized how much she'd hoped, in the back of her mind, that perhaps Lady Porluxa's prine would be her brother Jed. After all, he'd been taking to the gladiator rings as a fighter, and she'd discovered from her research on board Zyander's ship that he'd done well there. Unfortunately, the records for the gladiator rings were only updated about once every three Terran months, which meant that she had no idea how he'd fared after that last update. Part of her had been hoping for a miracle. But the Terran in front of her was definitely not her brother. She sighed, trying to push back the emotion, knowing that it wasn't entirely rational. Finding Jed, here in the very same manor that she was now to stay in, would have been a coincidence of epic proportions. The Terran came forward, bowing to Porluxa and giving Zyander an even deeper bow. The expression on his face revealed his own trepidation at meeting the lord of the manor, probably wondering a lot of the same things that Chryssa had before meeting Porluxa. The glowing mark on his shoulder meant that he had his own status, but it was still hard for Chryssa to understand exactly what that status meant. She was feeling much better now, having met Porluxa, and seen for herself that the female wasn't at all jealous. In fact, Chryssa's main concern now was that Porluxa would want to join her and Zyander more often - and not to touch Zyander. Chryssa wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that. Stepping forward, Porluxa pressed herself against the sweaty Terran's body as she introduced him. "My I present my prine, Marcus. Marcus, this is my child-giver, Lord Zyander Plath, and his prinessa Chryssa." Obviously about to give his greeting to Zyander, Marcus' attention suddenly jerked back to Chryssa, his hazel eyes widening in surprise. "Chryssa? From Terra? Do you have a brother named Jed?" The second Marcus had said her name, Zyander had let out a low growl, but Chryssa had been too surprised to respond until the prine said Jed's name. "Jed?" Painful, needy hope burst in her chest as she practically lept forward, reaching out to grab onto Marcus' arm. Her fingers dug in as she stared up at his face, imploringly. "You know Jed?" She shrieked as she was suddenly hauled away from the man, a band of iron pressing against her stomach and holding her tightly against Zyander. Immediately she started to struggle, even though she was aware now of both Lickens growling. Screw them, Marcus knew something about Jed! Kicking at Zyander's ankles, she leaned forward, looking pleadingly at Marcus, who now had his arm around Porluxa and was stroking her shoulder. A slightly amused smile was on his face as he looked down at the scowling female Licken. "Tell me about Jed!" Chryssa demanded, digging her nails hard enough into Zyander's arm that he actually winced. He was lucky it was just her nails, if he tried to actually keep her from talking to Marcus she'd do a hell of a lot worse! "I trained with him," Marcus said, looking back at her, although he still stroked Porluxa's shoulder with a soothing kind of caress, as if to reassure her that he had no sexual interest in Chryssa. Despite the fact that Chryssa's loop dress was now hanging half off of her, despite Zyander's attempts to tuck it back into place. Figured that NOW he wanted her to be covered more modestly. "We were together almost from the beginning, and we went all the way to Galacton 3, where this one found me and picked me to take home with her." The cheeky grin that he gave Porluxa made it clear that he had affection for her and that he appreciated being made her prine. "He's alright?" Tears sparked in Chryssa's eyes, as she felt relief flooding through her. As of a few weeks ago when Porluxa bought Marcus, her brother was still alive?" "As well as can be," Marcus said, looking at her with sympathy on his face. Somehow that didn't make her feel better. "He's a very good fighter... but no one lasts forever in the rings unless they win the Gauntlet." Which, Chryssa knew from her research, was practically impossible. The odds were in no one's favor when it came to the Gauntlet, which was little more than a series of fights to the death, ending in one champion. Gladiator fights in the ring didn't require the death of the fighters, unless they went through the Gauntlet to try and earn their freedom. It was held only once a year. Twisting in Zyander's arms, she turned herself around so that she could face him. He was scowling over her head at Marcus. She poked his chest to get his attention on her. "Get him for me," she demanded, and Zyander's expression neutralized as he looked down at her. "My brother. I want to bring him here, with us." The fact that Zyander wasn't answering her right away, that he looked like he was thinking about it, made her want to kick him. "I'm serious. I know where he is now, and if you won't bring him here, I'll go to him." Now the scowl was back, and his arms tightened around her. "You will not." "I damn well will," Chryssa said fiercely, wanting him to know just how much this mattered to her. "I'm not letting my brother die in the gladiator rings if I can save him. Either you get him out of there, or I will NEVER stop trying to escape you to go to him." Behind her, she could hear Porluxa coughing, as if to cover a laugh. Marcus didn't even try. Zyander's scowl darkened, and Chryssa gasped as he tossed her over his shoulder with all the gentleness that he would use for a sack of potatoes. It nearly knocked the air out of her as her stomach landed on his hard muscles. She hadn't realized how gentle he'd been with her before. Not that it would stop her from fighting him. He might be bigger and stronger, but she'd been fighting males who were bigger and stronger than her her whole life. Heck, it had taken multiple Lickens to capture her! Of course, Zyander was of an entirely different caliber warrior than those scavengers, but that didn't matter to her. To get her brother back, she'd do what she had to. Granted, once she stopped being pissed off, she'd probably make her way back to Zyander eventually. Not just because of the mark on her shoulder, but because she rather liked him and she felt fairly possessive of him. She'd make him pay for not helping her, but she'd come back to him. Of course, she sure as hell wasn't going to mention that to him now when he was being such a colossal asshat. She gasped for breath as he carried her out of the courtyard and down some halls, feeling dizzy as all the blood rushed to her head. There was no point in trying to fight him right now... but as soon as he put her down and she regained her equalibrium and her breath, they were going to be having it out. Chryssa liked his authoritativeness and the way he fucked her, she even liked his personality, but if being his prinessa meant that the things she wanted - needed - were going to be ignored, then she sure as hell didn't like that! Unfortunately, she wasn't given the opportunity to regain either. The second he pulled her off of his shoulder, he was already tossing her over a padded bench that had her ass high in the air. She did manage to give him a punch in the eye before he strapped her wrists into Bindu cuffs that were connected to the floor, but since she had no leverage, she doubted he really even felt it. Giving vent to a small scream of frustration, she tried to kick him when he began to restrain her legs. He grunted softly when her foot connected with something, but it was obvious that she hadn't gotten anything vulnerable. "You're going to pay for that." "You're going to get a lot more of it if you don't let me go get my brother!" SMACK! Chryssa shrieked, jerking at the soft restraints around her wrists and ankles, but she was unable to do more than shift herself slightly on the bench. Damn him! He'd spanked her hard enough that it felt like he'd left an imprint of his hand on her ass cheek. "You will not threaten to leave me. Ever." SMACK! Her other cheek burned as it received its own hand print and Chryssa shrieked again, furious and just a little bit humiliated at how easily he'd strapped her down for punishment. Although, if he thought that a spanking was going to make her give up... well, he didn't know her at ALL then. "I want my brother!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Chryssa howled as he spanked her ass, right over his previous two swats, just as hard. The hand prints were slightly blurred on the creamy surface of her skin, as he hadn't managed to hit in exactly the same spot as she wriggled and squirmed, but he'd gotten close enough to turn the prints a bright, burning red. "Impatient Terran, I never said I wouldn't get him!" It took a moment for her to figure out what he ways saying, and then she really felt like kicking him. "Then why didn't you just say that?!" "You didn't give me a chance," he snapped, sounding less like an authoritative alpha and more like a justifiably aggrieved male. Not that there was a whole lot of difference, but she could tell that he was definitely losing control of his temper. "You had plenty of chance, you just stood there saying nothing like a big lump- OW!" Chryssa howled as he started spanking her again, pulling at the Bindu chains, which tightened without cutting off her circulation. The damned things were impossible to get out of. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! This time, the Licken lord wasn't focusing his blows on the two hand prints that had formed on her ass, instead he was peppering them all over her creamy cheeks. Of course, it hurt the most when he overlapped the previously reddened spots, which he did with nearly every swat to her burning bottom. Chryssa squirmed and yelled, tears sparking in her eyes, even as she refused the impulse to beg him to stop - or even to apologize. "I needed a moment to think, female!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "There are laws about bringing Terrans to Licka, especially violent and trained ones like gladiators. I can't just buy him without having a place within my household for him, and unless Porluxa wants another prine, I have to figure out where to put him." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "And no matter what provocation you think you have, you will NOT threaten to leave me, EVER." The possessive growl in his voice underscored Chryssa's shrieks as he spanked the sensitive undercurve of her ass, just where her cheeks met her thighs. Those were the swats that hurt the most, making her thoroughly wish that she'd been just a little more patient - or at least had asked him about his silence before throwing a fit. But this had been about her brother! Hope and desperation had made her feel completely out of control and her patience had deserted her. Although, to avoid another spanking, she'd try to learn a bit more control and patience. At least, she'd wait until she had definitive reason to throw a fit. Knowing that Zyander was going to get Jed for her had her practically limp with relief. He had been trying to figure it out. It would have been nice if he'd told HER that, but maybe he'd learned a lesson from this too. As if sensing her capitulation, even if she hadn't begged or apologized, the spanking stopped and almost gentle hands rubbed over her roasted cheeks. Chryssa moaned as the caressing touch on her hot skin made her insides curl and clench. She still couldn't quite get over her humiliating reaction to being spanked by Zyander. There was no way he could miss it either, with the way she was bent over the bench, her ass and pussy on display. She could feel wetness seeping from her pussy, and, at his smug chuckle, knew that he could see it too. Bastard. "I will bring your brother here, and you will behave." Two fingers slid through the wet lips of her pussy and then pushed inside her, making her groan as her tight hole was stretched by the sudden invasion. It didn't matter that his wife - child-bearer - had given Chryssa an orgasm not that long ago, Chryssa already wanted another one. Even when she wanted to kick him, Zyander getting all dominant and bossy always got her hot and bothered. For whatever reason, getting her ass blistered by him did too. Her pussy clenched, spasming around his fingers as they thrust, stroking her insides expertly - much more pleasurable than Porluxa's novice explorations had been. Chryssa whimpered as he rubbed his thumb over her swollen clit, making her squirm. A raspy tongue licked over the hot cheeks of her ass, as if tasting the pain her spanking had caused her. Damned if she knew why that made her pussy clench again. His chuckle would have had her cursing him if she didn't want to cum again so darned badly. "Can I go on the ship to get him?" she asked, hopeful. She wouldn't threaten to try and sneak on if he didn't say yes, but she knew that's what would probably happen. No point in giving him a heads up though. "If you promise never to try and escape." His finger slid around her clit. Chryssa moaned, shuddering. "Why would I want to? If we keep having fun like we were on the ship, and my brother's here and safe, then I am content." "Then I shall take you on the ship to Galatica 5," he said, sounding pleased with her statement. As if he didn't know how much she'd enjoyed their time traveling to Licka. Heck, he'd fucked her at least three times a day. After her time at House Exotica, she'd been a bit worried that she'd get bored fucking the same male so often, but not Zyander. He was creative, possessive, and focused on thoroughly pleasuring her in as many different ways possible. What wasn't there to love? Especially since he'd just agreed to rescue her brother, and take her with him to do so. He smacked her ass lightly with his free hand, making her gasp. "Isn't there something you should say, little Terran?" Her mind buzzed as he continued to finger her, trying to figure out what he wanted. "Thank you?" The low chuckle seemed to tickle her skin as his hot breath fanned over her reddened ass. "Good girl. In fact, I think you should show me just how appreciative you are." When he pulled his fingers from her sopping hole, she whined in disappointment, but decided not to actually voice her objections since he was also releasing the Bindu chains on her ankles. Coming around to the front of her, he released her wrists as well, and Chryssa pushed herself up. Between her legs, her pussy was a swollen, wet cavern of neediness, her nipples were plump and hard, and she was ready to show Zyander that she was very, very appreciative. Especially since showing her appreciation would definitely mean an orgasm or two for her, if not more. Zyander was stripping off his clothing as he moved away from her, heading towards a very large bed. Her lust momentarily distracted by curiosity, she looked around, getting her first look at the room. Like the rest of the manor, it was decorated in what Terrans would call 'earth tones.' She had no idea what Lickens would call it, but she found it very pretty and soothing. Not that it did anything to assuage her passion. Maybe Matron at House Exotica didn't really need all those red color tones to incite passion. Or maybe it was just that Zyander had an effect on Chryssa no matter what - hmmmm... The floor was the same spongy material as the rest of the house, and there was very little in the way of furniture, other than a window seat and two small tables on either side of the bed. Well, and the bench that she'd just been bent over. "Come here, Chryssa," Zyander said, and she turned her attention back to him. He was lying in the middle of the bed, which had creamy colored sheets that his green skin stood out against. With one hand wrapped around his cock, he was lazily stroking it as he watched her, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. Just looking at him, all hard and muscled and horny, made her feel like drooling. He caressed the thick shaft, rubbing his thumb over the ridges. She couldn't see them vibrating, but she knew they would be. "Is this your bedroom?" she asked, without taking a step towards him. If she went to him now, they'd both get distracted. "Yes." "Why is this in it?" she asked, gesturing at the bench she'd just been bent over. Although she believed him that he had only copulated with Porluxa for children, she found herself wondering what on earth he'd need the bench for. Did he punish Porluxa ever? For some reason, that made her feel just as jealous as when she thought he had a wife. Stupid, really. Why should she care if Porluxa got spanked by him? On the other hand, if the bench was in here because he was in the habit of bringing other females here... "I brought it here for you." The arrogant grin on his face actually made her feel a bit of relief. "Once I knew I was bringing you here, I ordered it made and placed in here." He chuckled. "Although I hadn't expected it to get quite such immediate use. Now, come here Chryssa." This time she went willingly to him, actually pleased that he'd ordered the bench especially for her. Even if she didn't like being spanked, she'd liked the idea of sharing the bench with another female even less. The fact that it had been made for her made it almost special. Besides, she felt just a little bit of pride that Zyander knew she was no easy pushover. As she crawled onto the bed, her breasts swaying below her, Zyander's eyes practically glowed. He squeezed his shaft, the fat head of his cock darkening as the blood rushed to it. "Come show me your appreciation, dearheart," he murmured, releasing his hold on his cock and leaning back... an invitation to do what she liked with his body. From Terra Ch. 19 All that masculine flesh, laid out like a banquet for her, and Chryssa was starving. She crawled over his legs, her hands and knees on either side of his limbs, letting her breasts and nipples brush against his skin, teasing them both. As she neared his cock, she dipped her head down to let her mouth brush over the organ, and it jerked, the ridged rings buzzing against her lips. She flicked out her tongue, running it around the ridges, the way she knew he liked, and making him moan. Dragging her tongue over the fat head, she sucked it into her mouth for just a moment, tasting the sweetness of his pre-cum. Her breasts rubbed against the hard muscles of his stomach as she moved further, straddling his hips and licking her lips as she positioned herself above him. "Greedy," he said with a chuckle. Although Chryssa was willing to suck his cock, given her own choice, she always quickly moved to pleasures that included her getting off as well. "You like me that way," she replied haughtily, pressing down on his cock and moaning as the fat head pushed against her wet folds. Zyander cupped her breasts, squeezing the soft mounds tightly as she began to lower herself onto his cock. As often as they'd fucked, she'd rarely ever been on top. For one, it was harder to work his cock into her body, because he was so thick and the head of his cock was so large, and being on top made her body tighter. It was usually just easier to bend over for him or to have him plowing into her from above. Now she moaned and panted as she working herself up and down, her pussy feeling tight as a vise around his cock. He was massaging her breasts, heightening her arousal, even as he ignored her nipples. The pads of his thumbs brushed against her light pink areolas, but never came closer to her tightly budded nipples. It made the swollen nubs ache for his attention, and it made her work harder to get his cock all the way inside of her as her pussy spasmed and throbbed in response. Her hands were pressed against his chest, holding her in position, but as she managed to bounce up and down, pushing him about halfway into her greedy cunt, she finally felt on balance enough to bring her hands up and try to relieve the need in her nipples herself. Zyander grabbed her wrists, pulling them away from her breasts and tucking them behind her back. "Bad girl," he said, his voice smug as she squirmed, scowling down at him. Her pussy clenched, making him groan, and the buzzing vibrations of the rings around his cock increased. "I just wanted to touch my nipples." "I know. But this isn't about what you want, it's about what I want. Hold your wrists together and don't move them." Part of her wanted to smack him, but she knew from experience that if she didn't do what he told her to, he'd just tie her this way. Besides, in the bedroom, she'd found that she really, really liked being ordered around, as much as she hated it the rest of the time. She whimpered as his hands came back to her breasts, increasing their massage, while her body rose and fell above him, sliding him deeper into her pussy now that she didn't have her hands pressed to his chest. His thick cock was spearing her, spreading her open almost faster than she could bear, as gravity pulled her down atop him. Chryssa's head fell back as her thighs trembled and then collapsed, her pussy split open by his cock, so deeply and quickly that the sensation was painful in its intensity. For a long moment she was held there, her pussy clenching, adjusting to the invasion, relishing the sensation of being so full of his cock, and then Zyander's fingers closed over her nipples. She nearly screamed with relief as he pinched the needy buds, making them throb with pleasure that had a direct line to her pussy. Rocking slightly on him, she ground her swollen clit against his body, her pussy massaging his cock as it vibrated inside of her, stimulating the walls of her tight sheath. It was all she could do to grip her wrists behind her back and keep from moving them as the sheer pleasure washed through her. Lifting her nipples, Zyander dragged her body upwards, before allowing her to come down again. It hurt so good, to have her nipples pulled ruthlessly, directing her body, forcing her to follow the tiny nubbins and provide some slight relief to the harsh pinch. Rising and falling on his cock, she couldn't keep her hands behind her back, but he didn't reprimand her when she moved them, because she obviously needed them to help keep her balance as she rode him. The head of his cock thumped against her cervix, making her pussy tighten every time he slammed home. Her nipples ached in the tight confines of his fingers, her breasts and pussy feeling swollen with passion. Chryssa writhed, shuddering, as her pleasure mounted. One of his hand released her nipple and slid up to press against the mark on her throat. Chryssa screamed his name as the extra stimulation sent her vaulting into ecstasy. Her body was wracked with rapturous sensation, from her throat, to her breasts, to her spasming pussy. Inside of her, his cock buzzed, sending waves of pleasure through her, extending her climax. It took him less than a second to flip her onto her back, his cock still embedded in her pussy, and Chryssa could barely gasp as he began to fuck her hard and fast. She was out of breath, clawing at his chest, as ecstatic electricity sizzled along her nerves. Every thrust of his cock, going so deep inside of her, was accompanied by a grinding motion against her swollen clit, which had her writhing as her orgasm became blindingly intense. His teeth closed over the mark on her neck and she thought she might actual black out from the overwhelming assault on her senses. Heat poured into her womb, his body rocking against her core, her thighs tightly wrapped around his hips, and his tongue laved over the erogenous spot at the base of her throat. Chryssa sobbed, completely satiated in every sense of the word, and yet unable to stop even more pleasure from filling her body. Her choked cries were her only outlet for the overflow of sensation, and as his movements gentled, she went limp beneath him. Tiny mini-climaxes made her body shake as he gently rocked on top of her, licking at her neck and softly kissing the silver skin. Her fingers clung to his shoulders, but without any real strength in them. Every tiny movement he made had her shuddering, her pussy squeezing his cock as it softened inside of her. "Good girl," Zyander murmured, and she hummed with pleasure as he nuzzled her throat. Yeah, even if he hadn't let her go to her brother, and she'd had to sneak off to rescue Jed herself, she would have still come back for this. Not just the incredible sex, but the way Zyander was softly stroking her, kissing her, as if she was something to be treasured. There was a definite difference between the way he touched and handled her, and the way the males at House Exotica had. Even Tralik, for all that he'd definitely felt affection for her, hadn't made her feel cherished. Besides, some part of her knew that she couldn't have gotten very far, even if she'd managed to hide the mark on her neck. Zyander would have been after her the moment she'd left, but not to drag her back... although her ass would definitely have paid. Her happiness mattered to him. Which was why he was going to take her to get her brother. Lifting his head up between her hands, Chryssa brought his lips to hers and kissed him thoroughly. From Terra Ch. 20 It took a week for Zyander to put everything together before they could leave. Porluxa was not interested in having another prine, and although Marcus seemed happy that Jed was going to be rescued, he didn't seem particularly interested in sharing Porluxa. Instead, Zyander got permission to add the Terran male to his personal guard; once they reached Galactica 5, they would just have to get Jed to agree. Which would be Chryssa's job. Although if he didn't agree to come, then he was an idiot, she thought to herself. The necessary papers had to be put through, permitting Zyander another Terran within his household, the flight pattern logged, the ship refueled and loaded with food, etc. etc. Too many things that Chryssa knew were necessary and yet tried her patience. When she got too cranky, because of her impatience, Zyander solved her sour mood by the simple expedient of distraction. One time he spanked her, another time he inserted some pulsing, throbbing toys into her pussy and ass and left them in her until she was begging him for orgasm, and another time he simply took her out to show her his world. Chryssa particularly liked the forest around his lands, as it reminded her strongly of Terra. There were friendly little furry creatures, about the size of Terran rabbits, that were curious about everything and would come to watch them walk, peeking at them from under the leaves and behind branches. To her relief, there was definitely nothing more between Porluxa and Zyander than a kind of intimate friendship, but only intimate in that they'd had relations together and children together. They never talked about their relations - although Zyander still seemed to like seeing Porluxa touch Chryssa - but when they talked about their children, it was obvious they were fond of each other. To Chryssa's amusement, much as Zyander liked to fuck her in front of everyone, he would get incredibly territorial and possessive if she actually TALKED to any of his men - and especially if she talked to Marcus. Not that she had any real interest in Marcus, she just wanted to hear about her brother, but it seemed that Porluxa was curious how different sex was between humans as opposed to Lickens and humans. Zyander was a lot less curious, although sometimes she caught him watching her and Marcus almost thoughtfully before he would come over and practically pee on her to stake his claim. Well, not pee, more like cum in and on her. If she ever really wanted sex to distract her, and Zyander was teasing her by not indulging, all she had to do was talk to Marcus and BOOM... vibrating cock in one of her holes within five minutes. Guaranteed. Porluxa and Marcus didn't have sex all over the place, but Porluxa certainly liked to watch. Sometimes she would pull on Chryssa's nipples or fondle her breasts while Zyander fucked her from behind... and something about that always made Chryssa cum harder than ever. Maybe because there was something taboo and more than a little dirty about being touched by Zyander's child-bearer while he fucked her. Maybe because she knew it turned Zyander on to see a little girl on girl action. Porluxa never seemed to expect Chryssa to reciprocate, which was fine with her... and she had never minded being the center of everyone's sexual attention. Finally, the ship was ready, and Chryssa found that she was actually a little sad to say goodbye to Porluxa and Marcus. She'd gotten used to having them around; in fact, she realized, she actually considered Porluxa a friend. Marcus too, for all that she couldn't talk to him alone for five minutes without being pulled away for a good fucking. In some ways, she felt like she'd become closer to either of them than any of the women at House Exotica. She guessed it was kind of hard to NOT feel close to someone when they were constantly seeing you naked and fucked. It would be about a month before she saw them again; even with the speed of space travel, it would take a while to get to Galactica 5 and back. They couldn't really get there fast enough for her, as she worried what might be happening to Jed in the meantime, but she was actually looking forward to coming back too. She wanted to show her brother around. Although, she'd need to have a little talk with Zyander about public displays of sexual gratification in front of her brother. There were some things he just did NOT need to see. Then again, Zyander's personal guard wasn't around all the time when they were at the manor. Jed would just have to be assigned to the portion of the guard that patrolled outside of the main house. ****** She was going to kill him. They'd arrived at Galactica 5 and Zyander had sent a message to the planet, inquiring about Jed, with the information he'd gotten from Marcus. They'd gotten confirmation that he hadn't been killed in the ring, but so far hadn't heard back about Zyander's offer to buy him. It had been driving Chryssa nuts, making her temperamental as she paced the ship, and Zyander had decided to find a better way to pass the time. Wrists cuffed and chained to the headboard, legs spread, also cuffed, and chained spread wide apart, Chryssa was caught somewhere between extreme arousal and murdering someone. Preferably Zyander. The damned Licked had got it into his head that he wanted to tease her today. Which, normally was a lot of fun, but she'd been chained up in this position for close to an hour now, and he hadn't let her cum once. If it wasn't for the Bindu cuffs, she would have torn her wrists or ankles by now with all of her tugging. In fact, the asshole had gagged her when he'd got tired of listening to her begging, alternating with increasingly violent threats. "Your body is mine to enjoy and I'm going to enjoy it the way I want to," he'd said, as he'd stuffed the gag in her mouth. "So be quiet and let me enjoy myself." Enjoying himself, as far as Chryssa could tell, meant torturing her. Granted, she was usually impatient to get to the good stuff, and she'd been able to tell that on occasion he'd wanted to take longer with the foreplay, but this was way, way too long. He'd started by straddling her stomach and playing with her breasts. Fondling. Squeezing. Pinching and tugging her nipples, rolling the swollen buds between her fingers and making her writhe with erotic need until she thought her pussy might actually catch on fire. That glorious cock of his was rock hard, occasionally bouncing off of his stomach, and yet he made no move to put it in her. Chryssa couldn't understand why. She was dying for him to fuck her, and he knew it. The pathetic, needy noises she was making through the gag begged him to fuck her. But, instead, when he finally moved between her legs, he was on his stomach, with his fingers spreading apart her labia as he studied her soaking wet pussy. One finger slid up the center of her wet folds and circled around her clit, making her moan and hump the air, desperate for enough stimulation to get her off. His tongue was next, licking up and down her folds, teasing her, making her scream with need from behind the gag, but not giving her the satisfaction her body craved. Instead, he lapped at her juices, enjoying his slow feast and her increasingly desperate muffled whimpers. Chryssa hated him. She loved him. She wanted to kill him. She wanted him to fuck her. Or at least let her cum. A chiming sound, indicating an incoming call, rang through the room and Chryssa screamed her frustration behind the gag as Zyander lifted his head from her pussy. If he stopped now... "Call accepted." The wicked smile he gave her as he accepted the call made her pussy clench. Such an exhibitionist streak. Even worse, knowing that he was accepting a call, which could be from ANYONE, who was now going to see her naked body, chained and vulnerable, while Zyander played with her, just got her even hotter and wetter. She turned to look at the screen across the room, curious to see who would be calling. Whoever it was would have a very good view of her body, including her swollen, needy pussy. Sitting up casually, Zyander's fingers pressed against her hole and easily slid in, making her moan and lift her hips as her eyelashes fluttered. The penetration felt phenomenal. "Am I interrupting?" A deep and slightly familiar voice came from the screen, and Chryssa blinked, trying to get her body under control as Zyander's fingers stroked in and out of her. She couldn't figure out why she thought she knew that voice, until she looked at the screen and saw a red face with devilish features. "If you think I'm going to stop playing with my prinessa, just because you called, then you don't know me very well," Zyander said, sounding amused, in the tone of voice that he used with those he knew well. How did Brik and Zyander know each other, she wondered, with the little bit of her mind that wasn't totally overwhelmed by pleasure. Then again, they'd both been with her at House Exotica, maybe they'd met there. "Yes, I'd heard you bought the delightful Chryssa," Brik said, his gaze heated as he stared through the screen at her splayed out body. Her pussy clenched as she remembered her night with him, his hot cock and the thick tail that had invaded her ass at the same time he'd been fucking her. The demonic alien had turned her on nearly as much as Zyander had. Chryssa bit down on her lip to keep from moaning as Zyander's fingers thrust deep. She'd gotten used to his public displays, but somehow it felt different when he was touching her in front of another male that she'd had sex with. More exciting. Especially because Brik looked like he was definitely enjoying the show. It was getting harder not to writhe and moan; Zyander's clever fingers were stimulating her in all the ways that she liked best, and she got the sense that he was showing off. Not just that he'd bought her, but how well he could pleasure her. It was domination and exhibitionism, all rolled together in a heady mix. Greedily, she strained towards the orgasm that Zyander now seemed determined to give her, now that Brik was watching. She was so, so close, when Zyander's fingers suddenly withdrew, leaving her panting. The edge of orgasm was so close, it felt like it was cutting into her. "PLEASE!" she practically screamed out the word, tears sparking in her eyes as her back arched, hips moving and humping empty air. "Please, please, please..." Chuckling, Zyander shoved his honey-soaked fingers into her mouth, making her taste herself. She almost bit him, only holding back because some part of her mind realized that, if she did so, she definitely wouldn't be getting her orgasm any time soon. If at all. Sucking ferociously on his digits was the best she could do. "So what can I do for you, Brik?" Zyander asked, his voice casual. Like he wasn't torturing her. Asshole. "As you can see, my prinessa would like my full attention." "It appears that we're trying to buy the same slave again," Brik said, drawling out the words, his eyes glinting as he watched Zyander's fingers thrusting into Chryssa's mouth, the same way they'd been thrusting into Chryssa's pussy. "Only this time, I put my bid in before you." Zyander's fingers came to a halt, resting against her tongue as he narrowed his eyes at Brik. It took Chryss a moment to realize that the males must be talking about her brother - after all, he was the only slave that Zyander had put in a bid for. Two seconds later, she realized that the other slave Brik must have tried to buy was HER. Not that either of the males said it, she just knew it from the looks that they were giving her. She nipped at Zyander's fingers, wanting to talk, but he ignored her. "What do you want with the slave?" he asked Brik, instead. She decided not to bite him again - yet - since he was asking a question that she wanted to know as well. The conversation was slowly lowering her arousal, although her need to orgasm hadn't lessened any. If she could get her hands free, she'd have them between her legs in no time, despite the conversation. Hell, it'd be a lot easier to think if her body wasn't clamoring for her attention! It wouldn't take her long to cum, and then she could focus. "He excelled in the arena," Brik said carelessly, his wings readjusting themselves, like a shrug of the shoulders. "You know I'm always looking to acquire new talent." Even though Zyander nodded, indicating that he knew what Brik was talking about, Chryssa didn't! And she wasn't too happy about being left out of the conversation. She bit Zyander's fingers a little harder. He pinched her nipple in retaliation, hard enough to make her gasp, but didn't move his other hand, keeping her effectively gagged. The throb from her nipple went straight to her pussy, even without any extra stimulation. Damn him. "What would you want in exchange for him?" Zyander asked. A small part of Chryssa that had been tense and worried, relaxed. He was going to take care of it. Brik's eyes slid to Chryssa and Zyander snorted. Yeah, no chance he was going to trade her for her brother. His free hand stroked the silver mark on her neck and Chryssa shuddered, whimpering around his fingers, as her pussy clenched. So, so close to cumming... "There are plenty of other gladiators," Zyander said, his voice firm. "There's no loss on your part to find another one." Meaning - Chryssa was special, Jed was not, and it wouldn't be an even trade. Plus, the fact was, Chryssa was the entire reason that Zyander wanted Jed at all. "Perhaps a night with your lovely prinessa," Brik mused, but Chryssa wasn't fooled by his casual bargaining. It was fairly obvious that she was what he'd wanted from the start. "As you said, there are many other talented gladiators, but as he was my first choice, I should receive some compensation for the loss." Zyander paused, thinking about it. "You may join us for a night, in recompense," he said. Surprise ran through Chryssa. That was not at all what she expected. He was usually so possessive. It kind of irked her that the men were bargaining for the rights to her body without asking her at all, but she also knew that if Zyander had asked, she would have done anything for her brother. Plus... even as her mind quailed at the idea of two men at once, her pussy was immediately juicing with anticipation. Even if her brother hadn't been at stake, she probably would have wanted to try it. Especially with Zyander and Brik. Another surprise was the way that Brik grinned at Zyander. "Like we used to? I didn't realize you missed sharing a female with me so much," Brik said, almost teasingly. "Worried that you can't keep up with her on your own?" Zyander snorted at the very idea. "I just want to prove to her how lucky she is that I got to her first." Their taunting camaraderie had her blinking, as she realized that they knew each other much better than she had guessed. Jealousy fizzed through her as she realized that they'd shared other women before. Mostly jealousy born out of the fact that it sounded like an enviable experience and it somehow irked her that she hadn't had it yet. "I'll come over now," Brik said, his eyes moving back to Chryssa's prone body, squirming in the restraints. The small smile that curved on Zyander's lips was somehow foreboding to her. "She'll be primed and ready by then, I'm sure." Whimpering against his fingers, Chryssa's eyes fluttered shut as she realized she wasn't going to get to cum still. Not for a while yet, at least. His fingers withdrew, and the mattress shifted as he settled himself back between her legs, inspecting her swollen pussy. "I can see you like the idea of two males," he said, his voice husky with a kind of possessive jealousy that she didn't understand, considering that he'd arranged it. "Enjoy it while it lasts, my greedy little Terran, I don't plan on repeating the experience." She realized that, although he may have shared women with Brik in the past, he didn't actually WANT to share her. Although it appealed to him on an erotic level, he was possessive of her. After all, he'd never made any of those other females his prinessa. He was sharing her, for her. Because she wanted her brother back. Although, she had to admit, she really did like the idea of being pleasured by both Zyander and Brik. This was not exactly going to be a hardship for her. "But what if I REALLY like it?" she asked, sassily, getting him back a little bit for all the foreplay without any relief. She doubted he was going to be letting her orgasm before Brik arrived anyway, so she might as well say what she wanted. She shrieked as he smacked her pussy, his fingers slapping against the swollen lips and her needy clit. The shocking pain and pleasure coursed through her like a lightning bolt, making her clench and writhe as she almost managed to cum. Studying her through slitted eyes, she could see that Zyander was completely aware of just how aroused she was, not to mention temperamental because of it. "Let's prepare you for Brik's arrival, dearheart," he said, stroking one finger up the center of her slit, dipping the tip slightly into her hole, before pulling it away again. "It will give us something to do while we wait." Chryssa groaned. The contraption that he ended up strapping her into was not one that she was unfamiliar with. It used Bindu Chains and a kind of mental command, allowing Zyander to force her body into whatever shape he desired. Once she was strapped in, it was easy for him to move her however he liked. As soon as he'd gotten her restrained to the frame, he'd bent her over so that her ass was high in the air, her pussy on display for him, while her breasts hung down below her and she stared at the ground. The position wasn't meant as a humiliation, or even for him to enjoy the view, but as an aid to his next part of her 'preparation.' She grimaced and moaned as he slid the lubricated plug into her anus, tugging and pushing at it to help open up her tight sphincter. "I'm starting to think I don't fuck your ass enough, you're so tight back here," Zyander said in a husky voice, twisting the plug back and forth and making her gasp at the pleasurable sensation. It was so frustrating to have her ass being filled when it was her pussy that was craving it so badly. The plug burned slightly as it burrowed into her, and she realized it was true - Zyander hadn't been fucking her ass very often, and yet somehow that made it all the more thrilling when he did... but right now she wished that her tight hole was a little bit more prepared for the workout it was surely to receive today. "If you've fucked with Brik, then you already know how he likes to use his tail." Chryssa's ass clenched around the plug at the reminder, and Zyander chuckled, enjoying the view of her twitching buttocks as her little pink hole stretched for the plug. The crinkles smoothed out as the largest part of the plug pushed forward, stretching her wide, and she cried out as it finally popped past her tight muscle. The full intrusion left her gasping for breath, as if the large plug had somehow pushed the air out of her lungs. It wasn't that big, of course, but it felt it. It must have taken them longer than she'd realized for Zyander to get the Bindu chains all in place, because almost as soon as he'd finally seated the plug deeply with in her, the door to their room was opening. Since she'd heard him give orders that they weren't to be disturbed until Brik's arrival, she knew that it had to be the Hadesian. Twisting her head, she felt her pussy clench, her anus spasming around the plug, as Brik walked into the room, just as big and appealing and sexy as she remembered him. The ruddy red hue of his skin was an erotic contrast to Zyander's green tones as the two men greeted each other, slapping one another on the back. Brik didn't seem at all disturbed by Zyander's blatant nudity, and took no time at all stripping off his own suit. The demon-like wings that she remembered so well unfurled as he looked over at her. From Terra Ch. 20 Setting the frame so that the Bindu chains had her standing upright, like a bug caught in a web, with her legs spread wide, Zyander stood behind her, playing idly with her breasts while he waited for Brik. She bit her lip against begging him for more, knowing that he'd love to hear her pleading, but that there would be no guarantee of satisfaction. Instead, she gritted her teeth, waiting for them to finally have their wicked way with her body. Zyander's tongue rasped over the mark on her neck, making her moan and shudder. She could feel Briks' eyes traveling over her body, making note of Zyander's show of possession. It was like the glowing mark was easy to miss, but it seemed as though the Licken wanted to show Brik the physical domination that he held over Chryssa... putting the Hadesian on notice that he couldn't compete. "House Exotica isn't the same without you, little Terran," Brik said, ignoring Zyander and speaking directly to Chryssa as he came towards them. His thick erection bobbed heavily in front of him as he walked, his tailed twitching behind him. "I was so disappointed to return there, with thoughts of taking you for myself, only to discover that I was too late." Chryssa smiled at him. "Sorry-" Her voice cut off with a choked gasp as Zyander's teeth clamped down on her mark. The pleasure that coursed through her had her crying out with ecstasy as her long-awaited orgasm spiraled along her nerve endings. It was an intense shock of pleasure to her needy system, making her jerk against the Bindu chains, completely uncaring of her audience as she lost herself in the pleasure. Extra sensations made her shudder, as Zyander's teeth lifted from her skin, and she blinked, realizing that Brik had moved closer while she'd been shuddering in erotic rapture. He was pinching her nipples, squeezing the little buds while Zyander kneaded the undersides of her breasts; Brik watched her facial expressions with fascination. The hot fingers tortured her nipples, adding a sensation that Zyander - with all his skill - just wasn't capable of. Only Brik's higher body temperature was able to do it... Zyander would need some kind of toy. Maybe she'd mention it to him. Seeing her mind returning to itself, he looked over her shoulder at Zyander with something akin to amusement. "She has not changed much, I see," he said. "Still completely focused on her own pleasures." "It's what makes her so enjoyable," Zyander said, smugly. "Every response is perfectly sincere... and it's delightful to withhold her pleasures and make her slow down and enjoy the experience. She's impatient, but so satisfying." "I'm right here," Chryssa said, feeling a bit grumpy that they were talking over her head again. Both men chuckled as Brik twisted her nipples, giving them an extra little pinch before releasing the throbbing buds. After being held by his overheated fingers, the air felt very cool against them, increasing the sensations that tormented them. "Trust me, sweet, we aren't going to forget that," Brik said, lowering himself to his knees in front of her, as Zyander took over playing with her nipples. The Licken's large hands cupped the underside of her breasts as his fingers closed roughly over her nipples. Not as hot as Brik's, it didn't matter to her level of arousal, because he knew exactly how to roll and massage the little buds in a way guaranteed to make her pussy cream. As he did so, Brik leaned forward, his hands spreading her thighs even further apart, lifting her feet off the ground so that she was only held up by their hands and the Bindu chains. His hot, thick tongue slid through her pussy lips, nearly scalding her most sensitive area. Chryssa gasped. Somehow, she'd almost forgotten exactly how painfully pleasurable the difference in their body temperatures were when he touched her most sensitive flesh. Or not forgotten, entirely, just not remembered exactly what it felt like. She moaned, arching, as Zyander licked her mark, his pleasurable nipple massage becoming deeper and rougher as endorphins sped through her, allowing her to enjoy the small bites of pain that both males were causing her. The hot suction of Brik's mouth, his long, thick tongue laving her from back to front, had her wishing that she had more control of her body. There was nothing she could do but hang in place, helpless, and unable to even press herself harder against Brik's lips. Behind her, Zyander's vibrating cock slid between her ass cheeks, parting them so that the bulbous head was resting against her lower back. She could feel one of his rings buzzing right next to her anus, pushing the plug in deeper and making it vibrate, and was torn between trying to push her hips back against that stimulation or forward to try and open herself further to Brik's questing tongue. Zyander took care of that dilemma for her, pushing his own hips forward so that she was completely trapped between both males; his swollen cock pressed tightly against her body while her pussy was completely open to Brik's mouth. Arching, she cried out as something thick and hot pressed into her pussy, spearing her deeply almost immediately. She knew that it had to be Brik's tail, because his hands were still holding her thighs spread open and Zyander's cock hadn't moved from its nestled haven between her ass cheeks. The blunt tail was thick, although not as thick as a cock, and long, as it pushed inside of her body, going so deep that she almost thought she could taste it. As it filled her, Brik's tongue curled around her clit, causing pleasure to pulse through her as he began to fuck her with his tail. She'd gone from a complete dearth of climax to an overwhelming flood of sensation that drowned her in pleasure. There was no telling where her orgasm began - the vibrating plug pressed deep inside her ass, the mark as Zyander nibbled and licked it, her g-spot as Brik's tail rubbed over it, or her clit as he sucked it into the hot confines of his mouth. If she'd known this was what being bound and helpless between these two males meant, Chryssa would have been much more cooperative than she'd initially been. Sometimes being helpless was a very, very good thing indeed! Ecstasy flooded her until she saw starbursts, exploding all around her, her body jerking and spasming until she was finally left and satiated, hanging in the Bindu chains. Brik grinned as he pulled his mouth away from her swollen pussy, licking her juices from her lips. His tail continued to thrust, fucking her deep. "Just as sweet as I remembered. You're a lucky bastard, Zyander." "Luck had nothing to do with it," her possessive Licken lord said, scraping his teeth over her mark again. But she could tell that he was enjoying himself; he'd been watching Brik eat her out the entire time. "Let's tip her on her back. I think she should spend some time pleasuring us now." "I couldn't agree more." Chryssa didn't even protest as they maneuvered her around so that she was on her back with her head at Zyander's crotch and her legs spread wide for Brik. The hot tail slithered from her pussy, leaving her empty, but she'd already cum so hard that it was almost a relief to gain a reprieve from the stimulation. It was not a relief that she had for long. Brik's tail was almost immediately replaced by Brick's cock; thick and hot and hard inside of her. Obviously he couldn't reach as deep with his cock as he could with his tail, but his cock was much wider, and she moaned as her body stretched to accept him. It felt damn good. The plug in her ass made her feel even tighter, and she shuddered when he bottomed out, his hot body rubbing against her swollen and sensitive lips. As she moaned, Zyander tipped her head back and thrust his cock into her open and waiting mouth. His balls slapped against her nose as he filled mouth and throat, groaning with pleasure as her moans vibrated up along his cock. Her throat muscles worked, massaging the head, as he grasped her breasts, using them for leverage as he began to fuck her mouth. Limp, being fucked at both ends, Chryssa felt a bit like a sex toy... and surprisingly, it turned her on. She relished hearing both of the male's erotic grunts and groans as they fucked her on either end, their hands massaging her breasts and hips, using her for their pleasure. She was filled in every hole, riding a wave of pleasure that was too constant to be considered an orgasm, and yet she couldn't think of another word for it. Then again, it wasn't like her brain was working at its highest functioning level anyway - how could it be when she was being fucked in both ends? Then she felt the plug being tugged from her ass, and her ecstasy went up another unbelievable level as Brik's tail pushed into her tight hole, replacing the unmoving plug. Being filled in both holes by thrusting, moving invaders was almost more than she could stand. It felt like erotic rapture was burning her alive from the inside out - or maybe that was just the heat from Brik's cocks. She made gurgling noises around Zyander's cock, wanting to beg them to stop, to give her body some time to recuperate, but there was nothing she could do. The fat cock in her throat gagged her completely, her muffled cries only adding to Zyander's enjoyment as he fucked her mouth like it was her pussy, his grip on her breasts becoming rougher as his passion grew. The tight pinch of her nipples had her writhing, pulling her along on the eddies of pleasure that were slowly consuming her. She was their sex doll, their pleasure toy, and the ecstasy of it was unraveling her. "She's going under," she heard Zyander say, it sounded like his voice was very far away. "Don't let her." A vicious pinch to her clit had her screaming around Zyander's cock, tears springing to her eyes as the harsh bite dragged her away from the blackness that had threatened the edges of her vision. She blinked, choking, as she gasped for air around Zyander's cock. He pulled out just long enough for her to take a deep breath, before plunging in again. The oxygen helped to rejuvanate her bit, even though she still had no energy to move her body at all. Not that she needed to. Her involuntary clenches around Brick's cock and tail and the constants moaning and gripping of her throat were all the males required. But they wanted her awake. Responsive. Greedy, the way she always was. The painful manipulation of her clit achieved what all their rough fucking hadn't - Chryssa's need for a peak, a climax, an explosive release of even more intense pleasure than she was already experiencing, had re-awoken. Sparks of pleasure and pain scattered through the waves of rapture as the males became rougher with her most sensitive parts - pinching and tormenting her clit and nipples. She was just feeling the coiling tension of a climactic orgasm beginning to build when Zyander suddenly pulled out of her mouth. The sudden intake of excess oxygen made her dizzy, her head spinning as she was forced upright. Not that she had long to get her mind back into focus, as Brick's tail slid out of her ass and was replaced in one smooth, forceful thrust. Chryssa keened as she was trapped between the two, hard male bodies, their cocks stretching her holes to their utmost limits. It was heaven behind her and hell before her, both ruthlessly plundering her treasures for their own means. She screamed, her head falling back against Zyander's shoulder, her arms yanking at the Bindu chains, as white heat completely enveloped her. The orgasm was an explosion of volcanic proportions. The air that had filled her lungs was quickly expelled as she voiced her joy, sobbing with the intensity of her body's response. Liquid heat filled her, jetting into her, and she realized that the men were cumming inside of her simultaneously, her pussy and ass gripping them relentlessly, milking them of their seed. She only had a moment to truly appreciate the wondrous feeling before she passed out. ****** Pleasure soaked dreams wrapped around her, caressing her mind, making her sigh with happiness. She felt as though she was completely consumed with it, to the point where even she couldn't demand more. Heat slid into her pussy, making her whimper, because of how tender she was. It was that soreness that made her realize the thrusting back and forth inside of her body wasn't a dream, it was real. Her eyes fluttered open to see Brik above her, his huge wings practically encasing them. Well, at least she knew where the heat had come from. "Shhh, don't wake him," Brik murmured when she opened her mouth to ask what he thought he was doing. The Hadesian glanced to his left, and she looked, she saw that Zyander was stretched out on the bed beside them, asleep. "He needs the rest." "Yes, I'm sure that's your reasoning," Chryssa said, rolling her eyes a bit, but she whispered the words. Her legs spread wider, wrapping around Brik's hot body, and she relished the ability to move. Not that being helpless had sucked earlier, but she loved being able to hold a heavy male body against her as well. There was something more intimate about it, not to mention that she liked being able to touch as much as she wanted to. She figured that Zyander had already bargained to share her for the night, if he was sleeping through part of it, that wasn't her or Brik's fault. The hot cock sliding back and forth in her pussy had already roused her again - she didn't know how her body kept craving a good fucking when they'd already fucked her into oblivion once. But despite the soreness of her pussy, she was already craving another orgasm again. Brik moved slowly, almost gently, as if he realized that her body needed more care this time around. That or he just didn't want to wake Zyander yet. His eyes burned with inner fire as he gazed down at her. She could tell that he didn't treasure her, cherish her, the way that Zyander did, but there was just the smallest spark of it. A kind of admiration and appreciation that led to caring. Strangely, even though he was asleep, if Zyander hadn't been in bed with them, she didn't think that she would have succumbed to Brik's desire. She probably would have fought him. But since Zyander had bargained for this and he was right here... Chryssa moaned, lifting her hips as Brik began to move a little harder, a little faster. It was if Zyander was attuned to her sex noises. She could tell the moment he stirred, although he didn't say anything or reach out to stop them. But she could feel his eyes on them, watching as Brik fucked her, and it just made her hotter and wetter. She could tell when Brik realized Zyander was awake too, because he stopped moving so carefully and quietly. The large male let out a groan as he bent Chryssa's legs back, spreading her more fully open. She turned her head and met Zyander's eyes. He didn't look quite angry, or quite pleased, but somewhere in between... aroused, certainly, but a bit like he was watching something he didn't want to like and yet couldn't help but be entranced by. The thick rod of Brik's cock plunged deep and Chryssa gasped, arching and undulating beneath him as he ground himself against her clit and swollen pussy folds. The heat was incredible, as was the sensation. Even though she was sore and it burned a bit, that didn't stop how good it felt either. She clung to him as he fucked her, hard, like he was trying to pound her into the mattress with his thrusts. "Oh fuck..." She moaned as her climax started, knowing that Zyander was watching jealously, part of her wanting to resist the ecstasy, and yet she knew that she wouldn't. Then, suddenly, she felt the mattress shift, and Zyander was right next to them, and his hand was on her neck, stroking the mark... she screamed as ecstasy rushed through her, his touch enough of a permission for her to fully let go of any restraint she'd been holding onto. Hot lava poured into her cunt, burning her and filling her, and her pussy sucked it up as Zyander massaged his mark, his control over her complete. As if acknowledging that mastery, Brik gave the other male a nod, before sliding out of her body and moving over to watch as Zyander took his place between her thighs. "Wait!" she cried out, pushing uselessly at his chest. "I just... I need to rest a bit..." Her pussy was still spasming from her orgasm, feeling far too sensitive to be fucked so quickly. "Oh no, my little greedy Terran," Zyander said, his eyes gleaming silver as he stared down at her. He gestured at Brik, who willingly grabbed her hands and put his weight down on them, holding them above her head, like he was sacrificing to her Zyander. "We're going to see exactly what it takes to satisfy your hungry little pussy." Chryssa groaned as he shoved in, hard and fast, and nearly setting off another orgasm just by filling her. The shape of his cock was so different from Brik's, the rings already buzzing, and her insides felt doubly sensitive after the all the stimulation from being fucked by Brik and then having a super-hot cum douche. She whimpered and writhed for them as Zyander started fucking her, just as determinedly as Brik had. Her cries and pleas filled the air, slowly changing from begging for a moment to recover, to begging him to fuck her harder, faster, as her orgasm built and flowed. Thankfully, none of it was as overwhelming as it had been when they'd taken her both at the same time - she didn't think she could stand another orgasm like that anyway. Instead, they took turns, each of them having time to recover between bouts as they held her down, watching the other fuck her swollen pussy, which was becoming red and sore, even as she screamed with ecstasy. "One more time," she heard Brik practically begging. She'd lost count of how many times they'd used her, how many orgasms she'd had. It felt like her body was flush, completely filled, and she nearly passed out at the thought of having to take one of them again. "No, she's worn out," Zyander said, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. "Just look at that pretty red pussy, I don't think it could take anymore even if she wanted to." Sleepily, Chryssa tried to shake her head. She realized that she was propped on Zyander's shoulder, curled up on her lap, with her legs slightly spread, as if she couldn't bear to have them together. Shifting slightly, she winced as her swollen pussy touched against her legs. Yeah, that's why her thighs were spread. Ouch! "I could always use her mouth or her ass." Zyander chuckled. "I don't think you could get it up even if I said yes. You've already had far more time than I'd planned. Give it up Brik." The other alien sighed. Neither of them seemed to realize she was awake, and she didn't let them know, because for once she didn't care that they were talking over her head. She was too tired to care. "You're one fucking lucky bastard." This time Zyander's reply was much more quiet, almost introspective. "I know." From Terra Ch. 21 It took three days for Chryssa to recover from the incredible sexual marathon with Zyander and Brik. She spent part of that time dealing with a much more possessive than usual Zyander, which seemed to be one of the after-effects of sharing her. The Licken no longer seemed as interested in fucking her in front of his crew, even to show his dominance over her. Chryssa was relieved for her pussy, but a little disappointed that he didn't even demand a blow-job with an audience, considering how much time she was spending on her knees while she recuperated. Instead, they spent a lot of time in their quarters, sometimes playing games, sometimes just talking, and even cuddling. Not that there wasn't a lot of ah... other things too, but quite a bit of time was just relaxing and enjoying one another's company. The rest of the time she spent with her brother. The initial reunion was as joyful as she could have imagined, even though her brother looked different and now had a dark hardness to him that he hadn't before. Then again, he'd been spending his time fighting, injuring others and being injured. Most of Chryssa's fighting skills had gone by the wayside during her time with House Exotica. She spent a lot of time wanting to smack him upside the head, as she found herself caught between him and Zyander. Jed was incredibly suspicious of the Lickens, which she could understand since it was Lickens that had captured him in the first place, but his close-mindedness was driving her nuts. It was like he thought every single Licken was the same and didn't realize that individuals could be different. Chryssa was starting to wonder if maybe he'd been hit on the head too many times during his fights. If he wasn't careful, she was going to start adding to those hits because he was really pissing her off. "How do you know he didn't have ulterior motives for coming to get me?" he demanded, pacing back and forth while they were alone in his room. Chryssa rolled her eyes from her seat on his bed. "Of course he had ulterior motives, he wants to fuck my brains out and he knows I would be a major pain in the ass unless I knew you were safe. Nobody wants to fuck a whiny, bitchy pain in the ass." "Ugh, shut up and don't talk about that. I mean, what if he has ulterior motives besides that?" "Like what?" "I don't know." "Oh, well then of course I see your point." "You aren't thinking clearly Chryssa... maybe he has something that he needs me for." "What would he need you for?" "I don't know." "And you're going to accuse ME of not thinking clearly. Get over yourself, Jed. He went and got you because I wanted him to. You're letting the fact that it was Lickens who captured us blind you. Not all Lickens are assholes." "They caught us and made us into slaves, and now he's keeping us as slaves," Jed said darkly. Chryssa let out an exasperated noise and waved her hand. "Oh yeah, you totally look like a slave, in this amazing room - which you have to yourself, unlike the Licken soldiers - with the door unlocked, all the food you can eat, and everyone doing their best to welcome you even though you're acting like a total ass. Whereas on Terra, we had a tiny house, no one to help take care of us, and the Elders were more likely to feel me up and then NOT take care of me afterwards." Somehow, Jed managed to kind of swell, taking up more space than he already had. "Who felt you up?!" "No one! I'm just making a point! I know other girls who had problems with the Elders though. It could have happened eventually. My point is, would you rather be here or would you rather be back fighting for your life?" "I'd rather be free! Wouldn't you?" She snorted. "If I wanted to be free, don't you think I would have at least tried by now? The only reason I even considered trying to escape was to come and save you, and even then I was planning on coming back here. Seriously, Jed, when was the last time you remember anyone successfully making me do something I didn't want to do?" "But he's made you his property!" "You can't MAKE someone else be your property," Chryssa snapped back. "If I felt like fighting, I would fight. I don't feel like fighting it, because I want to be here, with him. He's just as much mine as I am his." Something, she didn't know what, drew her attention to her left. Jed's gaze followed hers and he cursed under his breath, giving her a dirty look and stalking into his bathroom. Standing in the doorway, which she hadn't even heard open, Zyander was studying her with something hot and possessive in his silvery eyes. Arms crossed over his chest, he looked deceptively relaxed, but there was something about him that made her think of a predator on the hunt. The bathroom door snicked shut behind her brother, leaving her alone in the room with Zyander. "How much of that did you hear?" she asked, blushing furiously. For some reason, although she didn't care who watched them have sex (as long as it wasn't Jed), anything to do with her emotions made her feel embarrassed and vulnerable. Maybe because she just wasn't used to expressing them at all. "Enough," he said, sounding smugly satisfied, like the cat who'd gotten all the cream. Her words dried up in her mouth as he started prowling towards her. She let out a happy little shriek as she found herself lifted up and draped over his shoulder, ass in the air. Squirming, she tried to wriggle away as he carried her out of the room. "You can put me down, I'm not going to go running, as you might have heard." The sharp smack on her ass made her pussy tighten. She never thought she'd miss those exposing loop dresses that he'd had her wearing at first, but she'd been dressed more modestly since Jed came on board. Part of her wish the smack had been to her bare skin. Not that the fabric did a whole lot to protect her, but it just wasn't the same. "Would you just let me do as I please without mouthing off, for once?" he asked, his tone aggravated, but Chryssa could tell he wasn't actually annoyed with her. Just playacting. She could always tell how he was actually feeling now. Close quarters on his ship on the way to get Jed had given them plenty of time to spend together, both in and out of the bedroom. Their relationship seemed to have settled into a pattern of her doing her best to annoy him, and him pretending that he was annoyed instead of amused. Which was often followed by a spanking or a seduction. Of course, the past couple of days there had been less of the latter. He'd been infinitely gentle with her while she was recuperating from all the sex; especially tender when he played with her to get her to orgasm. Chryssa appreciated the effort, since she still got horny, even though her pussy had been so sore. What could she say; being around Zyander kept her permanently turned on. "You wouldn't know what to do with me if I stopped." There was a slight pause, as he turned into their room. "That's true enough, I suppose." He sighed heavily, as if resigning himself to a life of labor. "Does your brother know how lucky you are that I want you at all?" Giggling, Chryssa pinched his butt, which got her two sharp smacks on her sit-spots in return. She couldn't help it; she loved it when he went all dominating alpha-male on her. Not that she gave into him easily, but the fight was fun. One of these days, maybe he'd even let her win. She squealed as she was vaulted off his shoulder and onto the bed. Trusting him completely meant that she could enjoy flying through the air when he tossed her around, knowing that he would never do it without ensuring her a soft landing. Like the hunting cat that she'd compared him to before, he was atop her almost as soon as she landed, his arms and legs caging her into place underneath him. Wriggling, Chryssa slid her arms up above her head and stretched, thrusting her breasts up at him. Typical male, his eyes immediately left her face to enjoy the cleavage that was being presented. Given that kind of motivation, it took him less than ten seconds to undress her. Apparently, Zyander's current idea of undressing her consisted of literally tearing the fabric from her body. Good thing she hadn't been attached to that dress, because she doubted there was a seamstress alive that had the skill to fix that kind of carnage. "So, you are mine, are you?" he asked slyly, lowering his head to nuzzle his lips over one hard nipple. Chryssa undulated like a cat beneath him, rubbing the sensitive bud teasingly across his bottom lip, until his tongue flicked out to taste it. She found her fingers into his hair. "And you are mine," she said, somewhat fiercely. He chuckled in response, opening his mouth to suck her nipple between his lips, rolling it with his teeth. Chryssa moaned, the slightly sharp bite throbbing straight to her pussy. She tried to spread her legs, but his knees were caging her, forcing her to keep them closer together than she wanted. What she wanted to do was wrap her legs around his body and pull him down to her her... she'd gone for three days without proper sex and her pussy was aching with emptiness. He lifted his head, pulling her nipple with it and making her pant, until the tender bud fell from his mouth with a slight popping noise. "If your brother does not want to return to Licka with us, he does not have to. I can set him free, with enough credits to do whatever he likes, at the next station." The needy desires coiling inside of her were so distracting that it took her a moment to realize what Zyander was offering. "You can?" Emotions clashed inside of her... she wasn't sure how she felt about that. After all, she'd just gotten her brother back. Zyander nodded. "If that's what you want." He was leaving her brother's freedom up to her. Because he could tell that she wanted Jed with her, wanted to know that he was safe and protected... but she also knew that wasn't what Jed wanted. Being on Licka, part of Zyander's guard, wouldn't make him happy, even if he did come around on realizing that Zyander wasn't at fault for his being a slave, and that he was just trying to help. Looking up at Zyander, Chryssa was struck again by just how much the Licken was willing to do for her. Everything he'd done had been to protect or take care of her, not just physically, but also emotionally. He'd taken her from House Exotica when he'd realized she was being overworked - although, to be honest, there was definitely some selfishness on his part with that too. But he'd given her an honored position on his planet, rather than keeping her as a whore. He'd promised her fidelity, even though he didn't have to. When the location of her brother had become known, he hadn't hesitated in doing everything necessary to make a place for Jed. And he'd even shared her, when he definitely hadn't been overjoyed about the aspect even if there had been some parts of it that had been seriously hot, in order for her to have her brother with them. Now, after making that sacrifice, he was willing to let Jed go. With money, no less. And Chryssa had no doubt that it would be a substantial enough sum for Jed to get a new start on life. She hoped her ungrateful brother realized just how unbelievably awesome Zyander was. No wonder she had no interest in leaving him. As demanding, dominating and occasionally frustrating as he was, at his heart, he was also a protector, a care-giver. The demands he put on her body, his sexual dominance, and his constant need to be in charge was definitely balanced out by the lengths of which he was willing to go in order to make her happy. Chryssa didn't need to demand anything from him - as soon as she made her wishes known, he was already figuring out how to make it happen. Not that she could say she was in charge, but it just showed how much he truly cared about her. Reaching up, she gently touched the side of his face, hoping that he could see the gratitude and wonder in hers. Then she gave him a mischievous little smile. "What if I want to go with him?" The Licken smacked the side of her breast, making her nipple pucker even more as she let out a surprised gasp. "Too bad. I told you, I will hunt you down and take you back to Licka. If I have to chain you to my bed to keep you with me, I will." Despite the swaggering confidence of his tone, Chryssa detected just the slightest hint of something vulnerable and maybe a little hurt that she might consider leaving him now. Cupping his face with both hands now, she rubbed her legs against the insides of his thighs. "I love you." The admission made his eyes flare hot, shock and something like joy streaking across his expression, just before it was covered with smug, male satisfaction. "Of course you do." Her outraged sputter was cut off by a kiss, his tongue thrusting into her mouth as his body came down atop hers. All that smooth, hot skin over hard muscle, pressing down on her, and she couldn't even get her legs open to welcome him. Chryssa whimpered against his lips, wriggling as she looped her arms around his neck. His cock was digging into her pussy mound, pressing against her so close to just the right spot and yet not close enough. As usual, she wanted him NOW and he wanted to draw it out. Pressing her breasts into his chest, she used her mouth and hands, her erect nipples, her pinioned legs as much as she could, to try and incite him. Even though they'd been pleasuring each other in other ways, he hadn't been in her pussy in three days. Surely he was as eager to have his cock in her as she was to receive it. At least, he should be, but so far, not noticeably. Zyander's self-control always made her feel more wild as he tormented her back, making her own lust flare. Rocking against her body, he teased her with his hard cock, sliding it between her closed thighs, making the rings buzz against her pussy lips. Wetness coated the top of his dick as he fucked her legs and she realized that by keeping her legs completely closed, he was probably getting more stimulation than she was. It felt good against her clit, but she wanted him inside her, dammit. When she tried to open her legs, to disperse some of the pressure, his own legs tightened around hers, and he chuckled against her mouth. Chryssa bit his lower lip. Their foreplay was becoming a fight for dominance, as she tried to tussle with him. To her surprise, Zyander let her. The bed was big enough. They rolled back and forth, and she knew that he was allowing her on top on occasion, but only because it amused him. Which just pissed her off more. "Put your cock in me," she hissed, as he flipped her onto her back again, this time with her legs spread wide... but instead of impaling her, he was rubbing his dick all over her splayed pussy lips. Chryssa arched, sliding her wet folds over those buzzing rings and trying to direct the tip of him to her aching sheath. "When are you going to learn to slow down and savor?" he asked, amused. "Never. Who wants slow?" She reached for him, but since he was kneeling upright, his hands holding her legs wide open, there was no way to reach him. Flexible as she was, the Terran body just didn't bend some ways. "Very well, greedy little Terran," he said, smirking at her as he leaned over her. Chryssa immediately grabbed him around his neck, her pupils dilating with excitement as she felt his cock shift into position at the entrance to her body. His lips came down on hers, moving against hers. "I love you too." Her lips parted in surprise, and he thrust his tongue between them just as he shoved his cock inside of her, swallowing her cry of passion. The empty space inside of her was all filled up with his thick rod; it pulsed and vibrated against her walls and she clenched tightly. The stint of abstinence, brief though it had been, had primed her body and she felt nearly blissful just having him inside of her again, having this connection. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, wanting to feel every inch of him against her body, wanting to take him as deeply into her as she could. When he moved, it was hard and slow, a perfect combination of their demands, making her moan as she felt every inch of him receding and then thrusting back in. Her pussy clung to him, hating the withdrawal, but loving the return. Their tongues tangled, the slower pace allowing him to kiss her more deeply, his hands sliding under her upper back and coming over her shoulders. The pressure forced her body further onto his cock, his fingers coming to rest over her mark, and she shuddered as pleasure burst through her. There was tenderness in the way he moved, and yet he was dominating too, taking her exactly how he pleased and pleasuring her with every stroke, every thrust. Chryssa gave in to the sensations, letting them consume her. As many orgasms as he'd brought her in conjunction with Brik, nothing compared to the ecstasy she felt just being alone with Zyander, in his arms. There was an intimacy, a bond, that no amount of merely physical pleasure could match. She undulated beneath him, rubbing herself against him, taking him into her. Running her hands between their bodies, she touched every inch of his upper torso, feeling his muscles flex beneath her palms. Her breasts ached and she squeezed them, playing with her nipples. The soft chuckle against her lips said that he knew what she was doing, and she could practically hear his thought - greedy little Terran. Greedy for pleasure, but also greedy for him. No one else in all the galaxy had made her feel this way, almost from the very beginning. She'd seen him, watched him... been aroused by him. When he'd actually come to her, it had been beyond her wildest imaginings, and he'd touched something inside of her that no one else at House Exotica had. Now... she'd be violently against sharing him with anyone else. She didn't really know how he'd managed it with Brik. If he never wanted to share her again, she wouldn't mind. She was his. And he was hers. This time, when his mouth came down on her mark, she bit him back. She felt him jerk inside of her, his cock vibrating so fast that it felt like her pussy was clamping down on a rattle. Chryssa screamed her orgasm, her teeth releasing, as hot liquid poured into her pussy, filling her with a steady stream of his cum. Apparently Zyander liked to be bitten too. His body moved against hers, grinding, as he rode out his orgasm, and she sobbed with the intense ecstasy that rolled through her, a full body orgasm that left her gasping for breath. Everything felt limp and sated as he finally, slowly, collapsed over her. Not his fill weight, but most of it. Chryssa liked it. Her feet slowly slid down this thighs to rest in the backs of his knees; her fingers stroked his shoulders. Sleepily, she blinked at where she'd bitten him. She'd left teeth marks. It wasn't the same as the mark that he'd left on her, but she suddenly understood why he liked looking at his mark so much. She ran her fingers over the indentation in his green skin, the slightly darker grooves. "I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not," she murmured. Vibrations rumbled against her chest. He was laughing. "I didn't expect you to be." Hot breath caressed her neck and then he was pushing himself up to look down at her. Which only lasted a moment before he was kissing her. It didn't take long before she could feel him, growing inside of her again, starting to rock his thickening cock back and forth in her slick tunnel. Chryssa smiled against his lips. She hadn't chosen this path for her life... but if she'd been given a choice, she couldn't imagine taking any path but this.