Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

I reach for him but find nothing but a fistful of yellow fur. Maybe he's finally gone back to the orgy and found something else to rut.

I blink, trying to clear my crusted eyes of sleep. Could I even find my way back to the spawning pits on my own? I wasn't really paying attention to what direction he walked when I was slung over his shoulder.

He couldn't have walked that far, could he?

With a deep breath, I push my body up to sit; every muscle feels overworked and stiff. Bringing my hands down to my pussy, I wince.

Being overworked is an understatement. I'm ninety-nine percent sure that I've torn something.

Sure, I like it rough, but everyone's got a limit. I could stay here one more night and soldier back to the pits for more fun before I'm taken to the Volkroth nesting grounds.

The actual giving birth part of the breeding program isn't really the thing that excites me, but it's kind of a package deal. Luckily, I've been assured that the gestation time is short and birth is much easier than for normal humans. The Volkroth deliver very undeveloped young, and they are brought to term outside the body at the nesting grounds.

When it was being described to me, they made it seem like they reproduced similarly to pandas or kangaroos—but no pouch was required. The tiny baby bean goes into some kind of pod, and I can go about getting fucked roughly for the rest of the spawning season. The Volkroth males raise the young communally too, so there's no expectation of parenting for me, either.

Looking at the sheer size of the Volkroth, the whole idea of a tiny bean of a baby seems ludicrous. But then again, I'm no expert on alien reproduction.

I'm just here to be ripped apart, and I've still got three months left until the spawning season ends. One rest day won't put that big a damper on my orgy fun, will it?

The fire I slept next to is low, and I nudge a puck of the fuel I saw Drohako stoke it with last night into the flames. They instantaneously spark and the fire greedily engulfs the puck of dried vegetation and mud.

I'm just about to lie back down when I hear grunting and the hide that covers the cave entrance flies open.

The sun blasts into the cave, and my eyes struggle to adjust to the alien sun's intensity. Slowly, two forms block out the light.

Drohako stands, one arm up, holding the lead to some huge alien animal. As he guides it through the opening, it limps on one of its four legs.

"Stupid Grasyi, I hope the run was worth it," he barks at the beast that looks like a cross between a Bengal tiger and a moose.

As he ties the animal up, I see its legs are far too tall to belong to a big cat, but its blocky head is feline. A set of large and branching black antlers curl around its head. Its bright yellow fur is thick and fluffy, but I can tell it masks how vicious the beast is. The animal's almond eyes flick over to me as it licks its lips lazily, revealing a viciously sharp set of teeth.

"Drohako?"

"Who else would it be?" He turns to me, annoyed and scowling.

"I don't know. I figured you headed back to the spawning pits. Don't get pissy with me." I stand slowly and with a great deal of shaking effort.

"And now you're hurt, too? You, little human, might have eyes bigger than your cunt." He gestures down to his crotch. Some kind of loincloth covers his massive cocks. It does little to hide his thunder, so to speak.

I scoff, but he's probably not wrong. Taking a step forward, my knees unexpectedly give out. Closing my eyes, I expect to fall face first into the fire.

I feel the heat on my cheeks but not the licking sting of the flames. Bringing my hand up to my chest, I feel Drohako's brawny forearm. It grips my chest tightly, holding me just above the fire.

"You move pretty fast for a big guy," I chirp, still woozy.

"You are injured," he tells me earnestly.

"No shit, Sherlock," I mutter under my breath, and he pulls me into his arms.

"You will tell me next time you're injured. You won't be stupid like this again," he scolds as we walk further into the cave.

My stomach grumbles and clenches uncomfortably. "Maybe I'm just hungry."

Drohako groans. "You are both, and you've informed me of neither."

"Sorry, I thought you hit it and quit it," I laugh. "I'm sure I would have figured it out once I made it back to the spawning pits?—"

Drohako wraps his hand around my hair and tugs my head back hard.

"You are not going back to the spawning pits. In fact, you will not leave the homecave," he seethes.

"What? Were you serious last night? Isn't that the point of me being here?" He steps over some kind of ledge, and I realize he's lowering us both into the hot spring I saw last night.

Drohako tucks his legs under him, sitting over his crossed ankles, and cradles me as he slowly brings my body under the water's surface. Now that I'm actually in it, I don't think it's water. It's not sticky, but it is thick like syrup. It clings to my body and displaces in ways that water wouldn't. As I lie across his lap, he looks at me with a sour scowl and tugs my hair back into the pool.

"Hold your breath."

I don't do it fast enough, and some water gets into my nose and lungs. I choke when he lets me up, gasping for air and forcing the warm water out of my chest.

"What the fuck? You're mad that I'm injured, so you try to drown me?" I sputter.

"The frustrating fact that you have no self-preservation skills and also can't follow instructions isn't my fault…now is it? Quit complaining before I gag you again. The planet's blood is healing." He acts like he would rather do anything other than caring for me…but does it all the same.

"Planet's blood? Healing?" I ask, but realize that he's right. My muscles are relaxing, and even my crotch isn't as sore .

"How injured is your cunt?" he asks as if we're talking about the weather.

"It's sore," I say, trying to mitigate how painful it actually is.

With a sigh and an eye roll, he spins me so that my head rests just below his pecs. I feel pint-sized when he's manhandling me.

I don't resist when he pulls my knees apart wide enough so that my feet fall on the outside of his own legs. I watch him with curiosity as he slides a big purple hand between my legs. He rubs broadly over my mound and lips, working the healing water over my pussy.

I ease into him as some of the stinging is instantly soothed.

My mouth parts as his hand dips lower, and two of his thick fingers run up and down the lips of my pussy before pressing into my entrance. I flinch slightly as he touches my torn skin.

"I should fuck you even rawer for not telling me you were hurt," he says through gritted teeth.

I wonder if maybe he actually did scramble something in my brain when he slammed it into the ground. A cord tightens inside me as my arousal grows. It would fucking hurt, but in a way I feel I would like.

I buck my hips a little, maybe giving him the gentle nudge he needs to fucking wreck me again.

His other hand wraps around my neck, squeezing the sides hard. I bite my lip, unable to help the warmth spreading over my body.

"You are an insolent thing who will only get fucked once she listens. You're going to have to earn these cocks."

I expect him to move his hands a little faster, perhaps slipping at least one of his cocks up into me.

But he doesn't. He rubs my torn pussy slowly, and I can almost feel it mending itself, thanks to the weird alien liquid. The new skin that grows is more sensitive than what was there before, and it doesn't lessen my arousal.

"Do you want this seed filling your belly, growing my spawn?" He breathes into my ear, and all the while, his hands move torturously slow on my no longer painful pussy.

"Yes," I sigh as he squeezes my neck all the harder.

"Do you want your tight little human cunt to milk these cocks?" he rasps, letting his fingers find my clit. Because the liquid we're in, the planet's blood, is thick and viscous, it lets him glide over the sensitive spot at my pussy's apex with ease.

My legs shake as he runs circles around the bundle of nerves, my muscles clasping, begging to be filled up with his thick cocks. I want to feel the delicious swell of his knotting dicks again.

"Please, Drohako," I moan, arching up.

"Do you want to come, little human?" He bites my earlobe hard.

"Fuck yes," I say, so close to the edge of no return.

"Then you will fucking listen to me from now on." His tone changes from sensual to angry in the span of a heartbeat.

I'm surprised when he stops petting my pussy and pushes my knees shut. I'm still throbbing with need when he pushes me forward into the pool so he can leave it.

"Did you really just do that?" I pant as he walks back toward the front of the cave, pushing my own hand between my thighs. If I don't find my release, I feel like I'll explode, and my fingers work furiously, trying to expedite my own ecstasy .

"Don't you fucking dare touch yourself," his voice booms as he snarls at me. I jump almost as much as the strange creature tied up by the cave's entrance. "You will come only when I allow it, and right now, you don't deserve it."

Oh. This is a thing, a thing I like. Do I get off on withholding?

"You will let your body heal, you will eat the food I'm about to bring you, and you will stop talking about returning to the spawning pits. You took my knot, you are my mate." He balls up his fists. "I will teach you some godsdamn discipline if it's the last fucking thing I do." His purple face is flushed near blue as he points an accusatory finger at me.

"Your mate?" I ask, bewildered.