Page 101 of Earth Girls are Easy… To Dominate
My bottom lips are separated by green fingers before I’m shoved down. Hands on my hips wiggle me, so my clit smears my arousal onto his pelvis. My belly bulges obscenely as his tip fights the confines of my body. Tiny mouths suck my breasts until the tips are distended. Fingers dance between the cheeks of my bottom and swirl over the folds of my anus. I howl with the sensation of a finger poking through the ring of muscle. It’s too much. I buck and gyrate, chasing my orgasm.
“Let go, pet. Lose control for me. Now.”
Everything goes white. I can hear my screams echo off the walls, but I swear I didn’t make a sound. I clamp down on his cock. My muscles ripple as if to drink every drop he gives me.I’m shaking as the tiny hands lift me from my perch. A garish flood soaks his pelvis as he vacates my body. I’m placed gently on my side, curled around his hip. Exhaustion controls me from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair. I want nothing more than to sleep for a thousand years.
“Not yet, pet,” he scolds.
“What? You aren’t ready to go again, are you?”
“We can’t go to bed dirty and allow all this nectar to go to waste.” I stare at him incredulously because I have no idea what he means. “Open your legs while you lick my cock clean, so I may feast from your source.”
Mini-selves rotate me until I’m straddling the commander’s head. With one hesitant lick, I lose myself in the combined flavor of us on his cock. All of a sudden, I’m not so tired anymore…
CHAPTER FIVE
“I require your cunt, pet.” Commander Var’n’s request is music to my ears. Several times a day, he begs to dip his cock into me—a phrase I couldn’t utter without throwing up a week ago. At least I think I’ve been on the ship for a week.
“Coming, my lord,” I call as I arrange Vanessa’s arms at her sides. That’s probably not her name, but I had to name each of the sleeping ladies something to communicate about them to Var’n. They get sponge baths to prevent bed sores, soft pajamas made from Var’n’s collection of robes, and rotated sleeping positions to keep from bruising. Var’n taught me the meanings of the various alarms, so I’m the first to investigate what ails them. I take pride in my job as their nurse.
There is so much to learn that I am spinning with new knowledge. Var’n treats me like his right-hand lady, more so than the mini-selves. I’m consulted on everything from the ladies’ care to what meal cube we should chew for nutrition. He tried to teach me the complicated controls of the ship, but I was lost at the dual time thing. All I got was what seems like days in space are actually minutes on Earth, so the families of our patients aren't as worried as I had suspected. While hismini-selves pilot the ship and clean, he’s in meetings with his homeworld or teaching me how beautiful sex can be…
“Do the ladies’ clothes please you?”
“Oh yes, Var’n,” I say breathlessly. Anything I have the courage to ask for, I’m given instantly. When I told him my deepest craving was for honest work and a purpose, he didn’t hesitate to give me chores to care for the experiment ladies. “They are warmer, so they sleep more deeply.”
His presence at the entrance to the laboratory from the cockpit steals the air from my lungs. My body drips with desire. Arranging the short dress he made for me, I drop to all fours. The cool, filtered air whispers across my heated flesh—pussy—as I crawl across the lab. My knees squeak on the floor. Eyes burn my skin from all around the room as his sentience focuses on me from multiple bodies. Even the whir of the life support machines seems to pause to admire me.
I will never get tired of the way he worships me with his eyes.
“We are nearing Earth,” he says, when I’ve reached his feet. I kneel with my hands clasped behind my back in the position he taught me, which meansI’m listening.“Bend over and brace yourself on the monitor stand, so I may seed you while guiding our ship through your atmosphere. I wish to burn the way our forcefield burns.”
“Yes, sir!” I crawl with more pep than grace to the bank of screens and rise to my feet.
As soon as I’m bent over, little hands pull my breasts from the cross-body flaps of my dress. I’m massaged and teased until I can’t help but moan with pleasure. Desire churns my insides. My feet slide to open my legs wider for him. I’m fingered, flicked, tugged, and penetrated by dozens of fingers. Two mouths latch to my nipples to apply the suction I need to orgasm. While the rubbing of my G-spot will ultimately take me over theedge, Var’n has learned the sequence that brings my body the maximum pleasure.
“Lock your elbows,” he scolds from behind me. “I will take you with hard strokes, and it’s your job to keep your head from hitting the monitors. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir!” I’m not cuffed to the railing, nor are my arms locked by spreader bars, but he might as well have bound me in shibari ropes with his command. If I knock myself, Var’n will be furious—as he is whenever my clutzy self falls—and I will be spanked. Although I’m so keyed up, a good spanking might send me over the edge.
“Thank the Gods you are wet,” he groans as he slides inside me to the hilt. One bump of him against my G-spot, and my hips swing with greed. I manifest that spanking with my naughty gyrating. “I wish to claim you—not you strangle my seed from me! Stop your wiggling, or I’ll make you orgasm until you beg me to make them stop! How am I supposed to be certain my seed takes if I ejaculate too early?”
The more dominant he gets, the brattier I feel, so I’m tempted to bump my hips against his pelvis. Normally, I grind between his thrusts, but the monitor has caught my attention. The continents of North and South America are unmistakable. After days of stars, which I mistook for static, the oceans and land take my breath away. It’s home, right?
A tiny mouth latches onto my clit and tongues me ruthlessly until my orgasm wipes the thoughts of Earth from my brain. I collapse onto a collection of hands that lower me to the floor. Tiny bodies surround me as I shiver with aftershocks. Commander Var’n looms over the pile with a soft smile curving his lips.
“I don’t know what I love more—the tangle of your limbs around my tiny bodies or the trickle of my seed from your cunt. Shift onto your back and open your legs to show me.”
“Oh dear,” I whisper, but he heard me anyway. How filthy! I roll onto my back, and his mini-selves rearrange themselves to cuddle closer. I blush scarlet as I grab my knees and pull them to my chest.
“Beautiful, right?”
“Yes?”
“You don’t know because you aren’t looking.”
Oh no. I don’t know if I can. It’s one thing to present myself to him and quite another to take pleasure in looking at myselfdown there. Decades of conditioning to never look at my body—let alone admire it—cause tears to build under my eyelids.
Our eyes meet. My confidence soars. He wants this to help me. He wants me to love myself as much as he loves me. I lower my eyes. A big gulp to swallow my protests, and I look at our combined fluids shining on my flesh.
