Page 12 of Fresh Flesh

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Maisie

I work hardon the bread, making sure it’s just right. The main trick is to knead it for a good long time, at least fifteen minutes.

I can feel Mlarx’s eyes on me the entire time I work. I have to figure out how to make him like me, or at least not want to eat me. He’s looking at me, but he’s not LOOKING at me. Not the way I want him to. Or is that need him to? I’m a little murky on this at the moment.

To calm myself, I start singing a song I’d heard on an old tablet that some human refugee had managed to salvage. I sing it low so as not to disturb Mlarx.

“Don’t you want me baby,” I sang. “Don’t you want me, oh, ooooh. Don’t you want me—”

I turn around from the stove, doffing the oven mitts so I can get the salt and butter for the newly baked bread. I almost run right into Mlarx. That’s not the part that startles me.

What shocks me is that he’s totally naked. His thick cock is at full mast, pointed up toward me and mere inches away.

Well, I did want to make friends with him…

Mlarx grabs me by the arms and pulls me away from the hot stove. He shoves me over to the table and bends me over at the waist.

His clawed hand grabs the waistband of my tights and yanks them down to my knees. I spread my legs wide for him, willing and eager to let him have what he wants from me. This is perfect. Or maybe not, if he turns out to be as possessive as Joras and they all find out about each other.

It’s not like I could stop him if I wanted to. I can feel the power in his hands as he rips my panties away with a savage jerk. He shoves his face between my cheeks and darts his tongue through my pussy.

I gasp, fluttering waves of pleasure pulsing through my body as he gets a thorough taste of me.

“Your pussy is delicious,” he growls. “I perhaps now see some of your appeal. But you will have to be quite pleasing in order to avoid the stew pot, little Maisie.”

“Anything you want, Mlarx,” I say, pushing my bottom up into the air. He takes the bait, his hand stroking through my pussy. I cry out as he slips two fingers inside of me, using a third to tease my clit.

“Ah, yes, the ‘button’ I’ve heard so much of on human females. You are an incredibly aroused little animal, are you not?”

“Yes,” I cry out, my cheeks purpling with shame. I would never have admitted that to another human, not even one I was intimate with.

“And you wish to feel my Grengoran rod deep inside of your sweet, pink pussy, yes?”

“Oh god, yes,” I cry. “More than anything right now.”

His fingers come out of my pussy, to be replaced by his much larger cock. I moan as he glides into me, filling up my dripping wet pussy with his rock hard member. My hands grip the edge of the table on reflex as he slides in further.

At last, he’s in all the way. A sharp pain dissolves into sweet ecstasy, and my eyes flutter closed. I feel a heady rush of giddy energy, delightful, sinful elegance that overtakes my senses.

Mlarx’s hands slap on either side of my hips. He grips me tightly, fingers sinking into my pliant flesh, his claws digging in almost to the point of drawing blood, but not quite.

Then he thrusts into me, powerfully enough to move the table. It scoots across the floor with every thrust, knocking over a chair in its wake. My mouth flies open to let out a warbling cry as he pushes me right into the crescendo of a massive orgasm.

Mlarx grabs my hair and pulls my head back, using the new handle to put more leverage on his thrusts. I suck in one ragged gasp of air after another, only to let them out as wild, passionate screams. My whole body is on fire with wicked delights.

Mlarx cums inside of me, throbbing cock pushing me into yet another climax. I’ve lost count of how many I’ve had since he first yanked down my pants. There’s something so quick and dirty about how he’s taking me that makes it that much hotter. Like he just couldn’t wait. He had to have me, now.

And I have to say, I like the way he thinks.

He gasps, straining his scaled body against me as he pumps me full of his seed. His grip on my hair tightens, almost to the point of pain. Then he lets me down, still holding my hair but no longer arching me back into the strained position.

The savage alien warrior has taken what he wants from me. What happens now?

“Perhaps we will keep you around for a while after all,” he says with exaggerated nonchalance. My heart leaps with joy.

Now all three of the aliens have said that I can stay with them.

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