Page 34 of Her Alien Guardian

CHAPTER 19

Gamma

The doctor’s request that I fuck Tessara took me aback at first. My hand stilled on her reddened bottom as I considered his words. The air in the room felt charged, heavy with the scent of Tessara’s arousal and the lingering energy of her punishment.

“I’m not sure that would be appropriate, Doctor,” I said, my voice low and measured despite the desire coursing through me. Tessara’s soft skin beneath my palm, the way she trembled slightly with each breath, made it difficult to maintain my composure.

Dr. Ashcroft’s eyes gleamed behind his wire-rimmed spectacles. “On the contrary, Mr. Gamma,” he insisted, his tone carrying the weight of professional authority. “We Prosperians believe it is the healthiest thing for both parties for a man to dominate a woman thoroughly after he disciplines her. With a girl like Miss Tessara, that means fucking.”

I felt Tessara stiffen across my lap at the doctor’s blunt words. Her breath hitched, and I could sense the conflicting emotionswarring within her—shame, fear, and an undeniable arousal that perfumed the air around us.

The doctor continued, his clinical tone at odds with the intimate nature of his words. “It’s crucial for establishing the proper dynamic between you. The disciplinary spanking you’ve administered has opened her up, both physically and emotionally. To fully cement your authority and her submission, you must claim her body completely.”

I considered his words carefully. As a breakout entity from the Collective, I had studied human sexuality extensively, fascinated by its complexity and power. The doctor’s explanation aligned with much of what I had learned about the dynamics of dominance and submission—sex with power, as I still couldn’t help thinking of it.

“Furthermore,” Dr. Ashcroft added, “witnessing your dominance firsthand will assist me in calibrating the governor more precisely. I’ll be able to fine-tune its responses to ensure optimal control and pleasure for Miss Tessara.”

At the mention of the governor, I felt Tessara tense again. Her earlier panic about the device had triggered her outburst, leading to this moment of discipline. I realized that fucking her now, under the doctor’s watchful eye, might indeed help ease her into acceptance of her new role and the technologies that would shape her life on Prosperia.

Decision made, I gently lifted Tessara from my lap, guiding her to stand before me. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. The vulnerability in her gaze stirred something primal within me, a desire to protect and possess that I had never experienced with such intensity before.

“Kneel,” I commanded softly, my voice resonating with authority.

Tessara hesitated for just a moment before sinking to her knees before me. Her long, dark hair fell in waves around her shoulders, framing her delicate features. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with shallow breaths, her small breasts heaving with each inhalation.

I stood, towering over her lovely body. I knew, both by logical reasoning and simply by my human biology’s dominant instincts, that Tessara felt a deep conflict about my penis. I could see her eyes fixed on the extremely evident bulge in the front of my trousers. On her face I saw apprehension but also the wild desire that the idea of a huge cock excited in a submissive girl.

“Tessara,” I said, modulating my voice to softness, but also letting the iron edge of my authority over her come through. “I’m going to use you now, to reinforce your punishment and your submission. I’ll start by training your mouth to take a cock like mine.”

Tessara

A deep shudder went through my whole body at Gamma’s words. I felt my cheeks go crimson, because I knew he couldn’t have mistaken my body’s instant reaction for anything but what it was: a need to serve him, to have his huge manhood inside me anywhere he chose to put it.

The spanking should have increased my defiance and strengthened my rebellious urges, I told myself. On theConqueror of Breslawhen my masters whipped me and then fucked me, I had always been able to tell myself that their ‘discipline’ only made me hate them more.

My spanking from Gamma, so intimate despite the presence of the doctor, had changed my ideas about punishment in an instant, though. To hear that my new master meant to use me for his pleasure after turning my bottom into a blaze of agony should have made me hate him, shouldn’t it?

I watched, my heart pounding, as Gamma shrugged off his finely tailored coat. The fabric whispered as it slid from his broad shoulders, revealing the powerful musculature beneath. His blue skin again displayed that strange, subtle glow that I couldn’t quite have described. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the play of his taut human—but also more than human—muscles beneath that ethereal surface.

With deliberate slowness, Gamma’s large hand moved to the waistband of his trousers. I held my breath, mesmerized by the graceful precision of his movements. His fingers barely brushed the fabric, yet the fly began to open of its own accord, as if responding to his mere presence.

In an instant, his enormous dark blue cock sprang free. I gasped, a mixture of terror and arousal coursing through me. It was even more impressive than I had imagined—long and thick, with a slight upward curve. The shaft was adorned with subtle ridges that seemed to glow faintly the same way the rest of his skin did, while the head flared dramatically, its tip glistening with a bead of pearly fluid.

“Open your mouth, Tessara,” Gamma commanded, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “Stick out your tongue.”

Trembling, I obeyed. My jaw dropped open, and I extended my tongue, my forehead creasing deeply at the feeling of openness. I felt somehow suddenly more naked than I had before, knowing that the doctor looked on at the girl with the red bottom kneeling in front of the man who had punished her.

With agonizing slowness, stroking the length of his rigid shaft in his left hand, Gamma lowered his cock until the head hovered just above my waiting mouth. I could feel the heat radiating from him, smell the musky, alien scent of his arousal. It was intoxicating, making my head spin and my body ache with need.

Finally, he laid the blunt tip of his manhood on my outstretched tongue. The weight of it, the velvety softness of his skin contrasting with the firm flesh beneath, sent a jolt of electricity through my entire body. I moaned softly, the sound muffled by his presence in my mouth.

The taste of him exploded across my senses—salty and sweet, with an underlying tingle that could have come from his skin, or could have come from my imagination. It was nothing like the bitter, often unwashed cocks I had been forced to service aboard theConqueror of Bresla. This was something altogether different, something that made my mouth water and my cunny clench with desire.

Gamma’s massive blue cock slid slowly into my mouth, stretching my lips wide. The flared head glided over my tongue, its alien texture making my heart skip a beat. I struggled to open my jaw wider as more of his impressive length pushed inside.

“Breathe through your nose,” Gamma instructed, his deep voice rumbling above me. “Relax your throat.”

I tried to follow his commands, feeling ashamed because I had, despite my dislike of cock-sucking, become good enough at it to earn praise from my Vionian masters. Panic rose in my chest as Gamma’s huge cock hit the back of my throat. Tears sprang to my eyes as I gagged around his girth.

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