Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE

I'm barely awake when his cocks loosen and slide out of my dripping pussy.

I don't know how I'm supposed to keep going after that. I'm sore and stinging, drenched in a strange alien's cum. This is precisely what I wanted…but I'm not sure if I can rally for a round two with some other barbarian.

Especially not after that "knot" stretched me as wide as it did.

I expect the big purple brute to roll me off to the side and continue his revelry back with the rest of the female aliens I saw back at the pit.

But he doesn't. He takes my used body and tucks me into his arms, carrying me like a limp doll. I blink rapidly, trying to clear the red dirt from my eyes. The particulates sting, and my eyes water, trying to clear the offending matter.

Staring up at his beard-covered square jaw, I realize that he's once again walking away from the crush of the crowd.

"Hey," I cough out. "Where are you taking me? Shouldn't I go forth and spawn?" My voice is hoarse as I poke his muscular side. Was I screaming when he fucked me before? Is that why my throat feels so rough?

He stops walking and tilts his head down with a look of disgust.

"You. Took. My. Knot," he seethes through gritted teeth. "Don't think for a second I'm allowing you to sully yourself with another Volkroth's seed. Did I damage your brain when I slammed it into the ground?" He puffs a quick burst of air through his nostrils, pulling me closer to him.

"Hey, fuck you," I rasp. "Where the fuck are we going, then?" Though I realize if he wants to take me somewhere, he will—and I won't be able to stop him.

"Homecave," he grunts. "Stop asking so many questions, human. I'm tired of talking."

"Well, you picked the wrong gal then, because talking shit is probably the only thing I'm good at."

"If you don't shut your mouth, I'll gag you," he says plainly.

"Is that a promise?" I grin up at him, despite my aching body.

He looks down at me in his arms and cocks a brow. Without giving me an answer, he sets me on the ground. My legs shake, still unstable from his ministrations earlier.

He gazes over the exposed lower half of my body. I've got nothing on by the bits of ripped jumpsuit left hanging from me. With a smile on his face, the alien reaches out and grabs hold of the tattered remains of my pant leg, which is still wrapped around my ankle. The remaining fabric flutters in the wind behind me.

As he forcefully tears it off, my leg buckles and I collapse onto one knee. With swift movements, he ties a tight knot at the center of the strip. Leaning over, he clutches my face with his powerful hand, digging his fingers into my cheeks.

"Open your mouth, human," he growls.

"Make me," I say with lips as closed as I can make them.

Despite his scowl, he pries open my mouth with ease, his finger slipping between my teeth. His hand still carries the lingering taste of me. No matter how hard I try, his superior strength renders my attempts to bite him futile, leaving my jaw barely able to move.

With his other hand, he pushes the knot between my teeth and pulls the ends of the fabric tight around the back of my head.

As he runs his finger over my cheek, he whispers, "I like you better this way," before swiftly lifting my body onto his shoulder.

With each yell into his back, spit accumulates around the gag, making it increasingly uncomfortable. The fabric's rough edges dig into the corners of my mouth, intensifying the struggle.

No matter how hard I attempt to outdo this imposing barbarian, he matches my bratting blow for blow—and I fucking love it.

As I squirm over his shoulder, he tightens his grip on my ankles, nails digging into my flesh. His other hand runs up and down my exposed ass, stroking it in a way that feels too soft for his calloused hand. His palm creeps closer to my pussy but never touches it. The denial of his touch makes it weep slickness, but I don't know if he can tell the difference between my arousal and his cum

I don't think he cares either way.

There's some shuffling, and he pushes what seems like a leather hide aside as we step through a stone opening. I think we're in a cave. It's dimly lit and humid wherever we are. I swear I can hear him softly humming, as if he's quite pleased with himself.

He sets me down roughly in front of a central fire, the smoke stinging my already agitated eyes. It takes a moment to feel the soft fur beneath me.

I look down at the thick yellow pelt, saliva running down my chin as I tilt my head. It feels strange to be placed on something so soft, the feeling so out of place in this rough world I've volunteered to be a part of.

I drag my eyes up, adjusting to the lighting of the cave. The walls are covered in more hides in unusual colors. Crudely built shelves hold supplies.

Water gurgles softly behind me.

I whip my head around to see the rear of the cave open up to some kind of bubbling hot spring. It smells slightly of sulfur and reminds me of the well water I grew up drinking.

I hear the alien's footsteps and face forward. He stands on the other side of the fire. The light from the flames highlights the sheen of sweat over his chiseled form. He looks at me with hooded lids. His possessiveness is as plain as day.

"I'll remove the gag if you can behave. Speak when spoken to," he says calmly.

I nod, unsure if I can keep that promise, but excited to find out what will happen if I don't.

He steps around the fire and releases the fabric knot from the base of my skull.

The soaked gag drops to the ground, and I rub the corners of my mouth and flex my tongue out.

He pants, his exhalations fanning over me, as if waiting for my snarky response.

"What?" I ask. For someone who doesn't want me to talk, he sure looks like he's expecting me to.

"Do you have a question?" he snaps .

"Sure, do you have a name?" I don't know what to call him other than asshole.

"Drohako."

His name suits him, and I mouth it a few times before I get comfortable with the pronunciation.

He sits down next to me, crossing his legs and letting his monster cocks unfurl as he relaxes. He catches me gazing back at him expectantly.

"What?" he says, annoyed.

"So, Drohako, do you want to know my name?" I ask, already assuming the answer is yes.

"Hush," he murmurs, cutting off my words. He wraps his arm around me and guides us both down to rest on the cozy furs.