Page 18 of Her Alien Guardian

My grin only widened as I had watched my little bed girl take in the enormity of my penis. Her eyes had gone wide, and then she had given a little cry, because she had known I had just also seen her pretty cunt clench hard at her first sight of the massive blue erection she would soon have to take inside her.

I had savored the sight of Mary’s trembling form, her pale thighs spread wide, exposing the glistening pink of her aroused cunt. I had thought I could even see her tiny governor device glint in the soft light like a reminder of the exquisite control I had held over her pleasure.

“Such a lovely little thing,” I had murmured, my voice deep and resonant in the quiet room. “Tell me, Mary, have you ever been with someone like me before?”

She had shaken her head, her red curls bouncing with the movement. “N-no, sir,” she had whispered, her eyes fixed on my massive blue cock. “I’ve never… I mean, you’re so…”

I had chuckled, the sound rumbling from my chest. “Don’t worry, sweet one. We’ll take it nice and slow.”

I had approached the bed, my cock swaying heavily with each step. Mary’s breath had hitched as I loomed over her, my human-yet-alien form dwarfing her petite frame. I had run a hand along her thigh, marveling at the softness of her skin.

With deliberate movements, I had positioned myself between her legs, the head of my cock just barely brushing against her wet folds. Mary had whimpered, her hips twitching involuntarily.

“Please,” she had breathed, her voice barely audible. “I need…”

I had smiled, reaching for the handheld. “I know exactly what you need, little one.”

With a few taps, I had increased the threshold of her governor. The effect had been immediate—Mary’s back had arched off the bed, a strangled moan escaping her lips as the released arousal caused by her body’s reaction to my dominance coursed through her frame.

“Oh! Oh, sir, it’s so… so much,” she had gasped, her fingers clutching at the sheets.

I had leaned down, capturing one of her pert nipples in my mouth as I slowly, inexorably began to push inside her. The tightheat of her cunt had enveloped me, her inner walls stretching to accommodate my girth.

Mary had cried out, a mix of pleasure and discomfort evident in her voice. I had paused, allowing her time to adjust, and adjusted her governor once more. The added stimulation had seemed to ease her discomfort, turning her cries into moans of pure bliss.

Inch by inch, I had sunk deeper into her welcoming body. The sight of my blue cock disappearing into her pink folds had mesmerized me, a stark and erotic contrast. When I had seated myself fully within her, I had taken a moment to savor the sensation.

“Good girl,” I had murmured, nuzzling her neck. “You’re taking the cock so well.”

I had begun to move, setting a slow, steady rhythm. Each thrust had sent waves of pleasure through both of us, amplified for Mary by the new level of her governor and the difference from the duller pleasure I had permitted when I tasted her.

I had reached out to the handheld, lying beside the girl’s shoulder, and turned her threshold up again, this time all the way to eight.

Mary had screamed, and started to come. Her tight sheath had gripped my huge manhood like a velvet vise, and I had let out a groan of pleasure as I fucked her harder and harder. I had brought her to three orgasms, raising the governor by one after each of them so the next would give Mary even more pleasure. At last I had come inside her sweet little cunt as she sobbed out one last climax.

“Thank you, sir,” Mary had whispered as I gathered her into my arms. “They… they said I wouldn’t ever forget it, when they sent me to your suite. They were right.”

Mary had captivated me, to be sure. As I took my turn around the lovely plazas of Prosperia’s capital, I remembered thinking, as I had left the planet, that the woman to whom I gave my heart could well be the sort of girl who embraced life with a governor between her thighs, and the connection the ingenious technology could forge between us. The thought that the liberated Vionian concubine Alpha was escorting might join Prosperian society, and find a new life here, slowed my stride to a reflective pace as I walked back to the embassy, turning over possibilities in my mind.

Tessara

I felt my breath catch in my throat as I watched Lieutenant Mero bind Sala to the whipping block that Alpha’s command chair had become. Part of me screamed at me to look away, to run, to hide from this public display of dominance and submission. Yet I found myself drawn forward as if pulled by an invisible force.

My feet carried me to Alpha’s side before I could even process the decision to move. The heat radiating from his massive blue form seemed to envelop me, and I was acutely aware of how small and weak I felt next to him.

As I took my place, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Sala’s lovely form. Her bottom, pale and perfect, was raised invitingly, quivering slightly with each breath she took. The curve of herspine was a work of art, and I found myself tracing it with my gaze, from the nape of her neck down to where it disappeared at the beginning of the valley between her slightly spread bottom cheeks.

To my shame and confusion, I felt a surge of arousal course through me. My cunny clenched involuntarily, a familiar warmth building deep within my core. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the slickness gathering between my thighs.

Alpha raised the naval cat, its multiple tails swaying ominously. Sala’s breath hitched audibly, her body tensing in anticipation. The entire bridge seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the first stroke to fall.

As my gaze traveled even lower, I felt my breath catch in my throat. From this angle, I could see Sala’s bare cunny peeking out from between her spread thighs. To my shock and embarrassment, I noticed how the pink, private furrow glistened visibly with need, its delicate folds flushed and swollen with arousal.

The first stroke fell with a sharp crack that seemed to echo through the bridge. Sala’s body jerked, a strangled cry escaping her lips. Five angry red lines bloomed across her pale skin, and I winced in sympathy. But as Alpha raised the whip again, I noticed something that made my eyes widen in disbelief—Sala was pushing her bottom up, as if eager for more.

Stroke after stroke landed, each one punctuated by Sala’s cries and moans. The sounds she made were unlike anything I’d heard before—not just pain, but a complex mixture of agony and ecstasy that made my head spin. Her backside began to squirm provocatively, hips rolling in a way that seemed designed to entice and arouse.

As the punishment continued, I found myself mesmerized by the dance of pain and pleasure playing out before me. Sala’s cries grew louder, more urgent, and I realized with a jolt of shock that she was nearing climax from the whipping alone.

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