Page 18 of Kidnapped By the Alien Chieftain

“Gods, Pebbles, your cunt is so tight!” He sounds shocked. It’s becoming hard to think straight as he uses his finger to stroke my g-spot gently at first, gradually applying more speed. I’m teetering on the edge, causing my lower back to arch.

“We need to prepare your cunt for my cock.” Slowly, he withdraws his index finger, leaving my womanhood with a slick, wet sound. I feel a longing, having been so close to release. Swiftly, I feel Krogoth placing two of his huge fingers into my open pussy as he gently applies pressure.

I gasp as my walls strain to allow his thick fingers access. “Easy… Krogoth… Gentle,” I say between moans and pants, but I needn’t worry. Krogoth is taking especially good care of me. He makes me feel so incredibly full, taking deep breaths to relax, determined my body will adjust to fit my man. I yearn to be ready for him, to one day feel his massive cock deep inside me. It feels SO good once Krogoth reaches full depth with his fingers as he retracts and extends them with very shallow movements, increasing the distance and speed as my pussy grows more accustomed to the new fullness.

“Your tight cunt is so eager, Pebbles,” he whispers into my ear as he turns his two fingers back to stroking my g-spot. My skin tingles as bursts of pleasure pulsate like waves throughout my body as my full pussy approaches the edge of no return. My panting and moaning fills the room.

“Come for me,” Krogoth says as he gathers more speed. The fresh sensation is too much. The tension explodes and shoots through my core before traveling all over my body. I squeeze hard, gripping Krogoth’s arm as the tingling pleasure spreads throughout me.

I lie still, catching my breath. Warm fuzzy prickles buzz and flutter throughout my body and I feel so relaxed. At peace in the universe, I float like I’m in a cloud.

Krogoth untangles himself from our embrace and gently kisses me on the forehead before saying, “Not bad for a naughty female.” I snuggle in against his chest as sleep washes over me for the second time.

I sit up in the bed, brushing the sleep from my eyes, stifling a yawn, still groggy from the best night’s rest I’ve had since I got on this spaceship. The empty bed tells me Krogoth has already sneaked off and went about his business.I hope he kissed me goodbye at least.

Last night now feels like some crazy fever dream. I can still sense the dull tingling between my legs from Krogoth’s eager devotions, reminding me it had really happened. My stomach flutters, thinking back to his attentions. How many other women could say they’ve slept with an alien on a spaceship?Technically, I hadn’t slept with him either, but that’s beside the point. Hesaid he needed to get me ready for his cock. But last night was a moment of weakness for me, a one off. I don’t regret it; it was fun, really damn fun! But I don’t want to lead him on. That wouldn’t be fair to him.

No, this is like a quick weekend trip away, meeting a handsome stranger fling type deal.I wonder if anyone on Earth has noticed me missing yet? I pick at my nails as I think about having to explain myself when I get back. Maybe I could say I took an exotic trip for a few days. It isn’t too far from the truth, minus the abduction part, of course. The thought of going back to work makes me shudder with repulsion. I picture Gerard berating me over my ‘unauthorized’ absence, and the familiar dread settles in.

What will I tell Alice and Charlotte?The truth is too crazy for even them to believe me. My heart sinks thinking about going back to online dating again… I already know Krogoth has killed that activity dead.How could any human man ever compare to him? Do I even want one to compare, anyway? Krogoth is already here, and he wants me, right?He stalked me, looking like a walking demigod of chiseled man meat. So muscular, handsome, sweet, caring, kind, strong… Uh oh…I need to get out of here soon. Real soon.

I hop off the bed, my stomach lurching as I nearly trip and fall at the unexpected height again.Dummy, how long is it going to take to get used to this bed?I shuffle over to the dresser and pull it open. It takes a few tugs, but finally I manage it, but to my dismay, it reveals a collection of boring brown robes.He can’t seriously think I’m going to wear these robes every day I’m here. I look absurd in them!

As I pull out the robes, a plan takes shape.I should start making some adjustments while I’m here. You know, by sharing my culture with the Klendathians.I chuckle to myself as I find a large knife in the desk drawer. I can humanize myclothes a little. Making a start on my master plan, I take one robe and start cutting away at the bottom, making it shorter, then at the sleeves, feeling satisfied as each cut of the material falls to the ground.I’ll make something special out of that. Next, I cut out a v shape neckline.A plunging necklinemight be fun. I hope Krogoth will like it.

I eagerly try on my Frankenstein creation, quickly throwing it over myself. A snort escapes me as I observe my ludicrous reflection in the mirror. Itlooks ridiculous. A brown one piece down to just above my knees, short sleeves and plenty of cleavage showing. I wouldn’t dare be seen wearing this back home, but here it is different.

I look at the rest of the material on the floor, scratching my head. I take the large bottom portion I had removed and trim it. The discarded sleeves I fold, then tie together. I hope I’ve just made some sexy lingerie. I deliberately don’t glimpse myself in the mirror wearing this. Any uncontrollable laughing is going to hold me back! I put my old boring robes and the new masterpiece lingerie back in the drawer.Why is the drawer so far away from the bed?I pull at the drawer, my teeth and jaw clenched, straining every muscle I have. Finally, it budges with an audible squeak. I scrape it across the floor.

Once in place, I admire my handiwork, hands on hips, breathing heavily, nodding in approval.Much better. It feels good taking a bit of control back.

Chapter 10

Krogoth

Exiles

Istand in theCommand Bridge looking out of the view port. We should have visual contact with the station soon and stifle a yawn. I got little sleep last night, especially after Pebbles had woken me, with eyes blazing with naked lust. It all seems a blur now, our bodies entwined half asleep in the dark. It had surprised me and soon awakened my senses; I had expected she was waking me to beg I take her back to Earth immediately. I grin widely, thinking about our night, the lust she feels for me. Maybe she will give herself over to my affections. Maybe Astraxius is right, and it is just a matter of time? It is as if the weight of the universe is lifting from my shoulders.

I take in a deep breath and remind myself that I must still be cautious. It might not mean all I hope it does.But I could scentthat she was near ovulation, perhaps driven by a simple lust for the closest acceptable male.Which is not a commitment to stay. The weight of our mission comes crashing back down, the weight fully on my shoulders. It is fine. I prefer pressure; we are old friends now.

My mind drifts back to last night. I nearly hurt Pebbles when I ground up against her. It had taken all my willpower to not thrust my cock into her sweet, tight cunt. My full balls ache dully in protest at the memory of being denied release. How wondrous it will feel to claim her finally, to fill her with my seed. The thought sends waves of adrenaline coursing through me. But she is not ready. The size difference between Klendathian and humans is too great. I will need more time to coax her sweet cunt to accept my cock.In the mean time, I look forward to training my Pebbles. The real question is, can it be done before she leaves?

From the view port, Terminus Exile Station appears, an irrelevant speck of metal sparkling in the distance. It looks so small and innocent you would almost believe there is no danger. I know better. During my Proving Pilgrimage, the rite all young Klendathian warriors must undergo, I endured as a mercenary. Rare contracts had taken me to this forsaken station, where the greatest danger came not from the targets themselves but from the endless scum that inhabited it.

I adjust our speed as the station looms into view. The dock controllers are most likely on high alert, noticing a Scythian battlebarge approaching. I smile, imagining how hysterical the gangs will be, believing the Scythians are finally coming to crush them. As if they would bother with such a useless place as this.

However, that had not always been the case. The station was once not a station at all, but a massive asteroid mining operation for Elerium. For centuries, they cored it out as the miners greedily dug deeper into the rock until all that remains today is afloating disk-shaped station that trails along thousands of tube-like tunnels. It resembles some strange metallic sea creature floating in space.

Close enough now to hail them, I can see the coming and going of smaller vessels. The whizzing of the Command Bridge door catches my attention as I turn to see Xandor enter the room.

“Hail, High Chieftain,” he says, saluting.

“Hail, friend,” I respond, nodding in acknowledgement as he joins me at the view port.

“Ah, we’ve arrived then. Forgot how ugly this shithole is,” Xandor says, wrinkling his nose in disgust.

“Ugly inside and out.” I snort. “Opening a channel.” I patch a docking request to the station’s docks controllers.

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