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To my horror, I felt an answering surge of arousal course through my own body. My cunny spasmed again, the familiar warmth building below my belly. I shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of the wetness between my own thighs.

I wanted to look away, to run and hide from this public display that affected me so strongly. But I couldn’t tear my eyes from the sight of Sala’s reddened, squirming bottom and the glimpses of her needy cunny. My hands twitched at my sides, and I was struck by an almost overwhelming urge to touch myself, to seek relief from the aching need building within me.

Shame washed over me in waves as I realized how aroused I had become from watching Sala’s punishment. What was wrong with me, that I could find pleasure in such a thing? I bit my lip hard, trying to focus on the pain rather than the throbbing between my legs.

But even as I struggled with my conflicting emotions, I couldn’t deny the truth of what I witnessed. Sala clearly found intense pleasure in her punishment, and the sight of it had awakened something primal and hungry within me as well.

As Alpha continued to whip his beautiful wife, I felt the urge to touch myself growing stronger with each passing moment. My cunny ached to be filled. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to create some friction, but it only served to heighten my arousal. My nipples had hardened into tight peaks, and I longed to pinch and tease them.

The sounds of the naval cat striking Sala’s tender flesh, punctuated by her cries of pain and pleasure, filled my ears. The scent of her arousal wafted through the air, mingling with the crisp, clean smell of the bridge. My mouth watered, and I found myself wondering what it would be like to taste her again, to lap at her dripping cunny while Alpha continued to punish her.

Horrified by my own thoughts, I clasped my hands behind my back, gripping my wrists tightly. The position thrust my breasts forward, making me even more aware of how exposed I was. I could feel the eyes of the crew upon me, and a fresh wave of shame and arousal washed over me.

Alpha’s arm rose and fell in a steady rhythm, each stroke of the whip leaving vibrant red lines across Sala’s pale skin. Her bottom and thighs had become a canvas of crimson, crisscrossed with welts that seemed to glow in the soft light of the bridge. Sala’s cries had grown louder, more urgent, and I could see her hips rolling in a desperate search for friction.

Just when I thought I couldn’t bear another moment, Alpha lowered the whip. “Enough,” he said, his deep voice resonating through the room. “You’ve taken your punishment well, my love.”

CHAPTER 11

Tessara

Sala’s body sagged against the chair, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. “Thank you, my lord,” she gasped, her voice hoarse from crying out.

Alpha handed the naval cat to Mero, then began to undress. My eyes widened as his massive blue form revealed itself inch by inch. His chest was broad and muscular, tapering down to narrow hips. But it was the sight of his cock, springing free as he removed his trousers, that made me gasp audibly.

It was enormous, far larger than any penis I had seen before. Thick and long, it jutted proudly from a nest of dark curls, the head already glistening with pre-cum. I felt a mixture of terror and fascination as I stared at it, wondering how it could possibly fit inside a woman without causing injury.

Alpha positioned himself behind Sala, running his hands over her reddened flesh. She moaned at his touch, pushing back against him eagerly. Without warning, he thrust forward,burying himself fully inside his wife’s body in one smooth motion.

She screamed in ecstasy, her body arching as much as her bonds would allow. Alpha began to move, his hips pistoning back and forth. I watched, transfixed, as Alpha’s massive blue cock plunged in and out of Sala’s glistening cunny. The contrast between his alien skin and her pale flesh was mesmerizing, a visual representation of two worlds coming together. With each powerful thrust, Sala’s body shook, her breasts swaying beneath her. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the air, mixing with Sala’s cries of pleasure and Alpha’s deep, rumbling breaths.

My mind reeled as I tried to process everything happening around me. Just hours ago, I had served as a lowly concubine on a Vionian ship, my life dictated by the cruel whims of my masters. Now, I stood equally naked on the bridge of a Magisterian vessel, having just witnessed the fall of the empire that had enslaved me and so many others. The weight of my newfound freedom pressed down on me, exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure.

Yet even as I reveled in my liberation, I couldn’t ignore the troubling yet somehow also exciting fact Sala had conveyed to me—that I now technically belonged to Captain Alpha. The thought sent a tumultuous mix of emotions through me—fear, excitement, and an embarrassing arousal that made my cheeks burn. I watched as he claimed Sala so thoroughly, so publicly, and wondered if he would one day do the same to me.

As Alpha continued to take his pleasure inside Sala’s body with relentless intensity, I became aware of movement around the bridge. To my amazement, I saw other crew members beginning to undress. A young lieutenant pulled a naked woman—his wife or concubine, I presumed—into his arms, kissing her deeplybefore bending her over a nearby console. Another officer was already buried between the thighs of a beautiful blonde, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he thrust into her.

The bridge was transforming before my eyes into a scene of controlled debauchery. Everywhere I looked, I saw flesh meeting flesh, heard the sounds of pleasure and passion. Yet there was an underlying sense of respect and decorum that baffled me. This struck me as nothing like the brutal, degrading orgies I had witnessed in the pleasure rooms of Vionian stations. Here, even in the throes of ecstasy, I could detect a palpable sense of love and mutual desire.

I felt overwhelmed, my senses overloaded with the sights, sounds, and scents of sex. My own body thrummed with need, my cunny aching to be filled. I longed to join in, to lose myself in the pleasure I saw all around me, but uncertainty held me back. Where did I fit in this new world? Who would claim me, if anyone?

As these thoughts swirled through my mind, I heard Sala cry out in mingled discomfort and pleasure. Alpha’s movements had become more urgent, his massive frame tensing as he sought his release.

I let out a choked sob, overwhelmed by the intensity of the scene before me and my own conflicting emotions. My eyes darted between Alpha’s powerful form and Sala’s trembling body, still bound to the chair.

Sala turned her head, her blue eyes finding mine through a curtain of black hair. “My lord,” she gasped, her voice strained with pleasure. “May Tessara come stand before me? I… I want to hold her hands.”

Alpha’s silver-violet gaze flickered to me, considering for a moment before he nodded. “Yes,” he rumbled. “Come, Tessara.”

On shaky legs, I approached the chair. Sala’s fingers reached for mine though her wrists were bound before her, and I clasped them tightly, feeling the tremors running through her body. Her skin was feverishly hot, slick with sweat. I could smell the musky scent of her arousal, mingled with Alpha’s own unique, alien scent.

Suddenly, Alpha withdrew from Sala’s body. She whimpered at the loss, her hips shifting restlessly. I couldn’t help but stare at Alpha’s massive blue cock. It looked even more intimidating up close, veins pulsing along its impressive length.

My heart raced, and I felt a dizzying mixture of fear and irresistible arousal. What was going to happen next? Would Alpha take me as he had taken Sala? The thought both terrified and excited me in equal measure.

I stood frozen, unable to tear my eyes away from the enormous erection. It seemed to throb with each beat of its owner’s heart, a testament to the alien’s barely contained desire. Sala’s arousal coated its length, making it shine in the soft light of the bridge.

My breath came in short, sharp gasps as I waited to see what Alpha would do next. The air felt thick with tension and the heady scent of sex. Around us, the sounds of pleasure from the other crew members created a surreal backdrop to this moment of suspended anticipation.

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