Chapter 9

LEONA

I cry out as the waves of pleasure consume me. God, I can't believe he's doing this to me a second time. As I climax, my insides clamp down on the huge phallus, reinvigorating my soreness from the session with the first one. The euphoria goes on and on, until I'm left panting on the table as little twinges of sensation jolt in my center.

Good little female.

I flush. Why do I feel all warm and tingly when he utters those three words in a praising tone? Why do I long to hear him say it again? A wave of submission courses through me, and not for the first time in Zahhn's presence. Though part of me wants to defy him, even if it results in pain and humiliation, a much larger part of me wants to surrender. To kneel at his feet in supplication.

I give my head a shake. Where are these thoughts coming from?

And why the fuck are my upper arms itching again?

Before I can start scratching, there's a sudden tug between Zahhn and I, as though we're being physically pulled toward one another. He rises and abruptly comes to stand at my side, and I flush as I realize he's left the phallus submerged in my depths, filling me up and stretching me wide.

Alarm tinged with wonder sparkles in his gaze, and he places a hand to his upper chest and massages the area. I can't be certain, but I think I see something glimmering beneath his black shirt. Something blue just under the neckline of the garment, right where he's caressing. His eyes flare as he peers down at me. With a growl, he tears his hand from his chest and grips the exam table. His muscles bunch and his breaths increase.

Without warning, pleasure jolts through me and my inner walls clench the phallus. I whimper low in my throat and wiggle on the table. My hips jerk upward and my clit throbs, desperate to be stroked. I'm hovering on the edge of a thunderous release, if only Zahhn would resume tending to my center. I ache for him to start plunging the phallus in and out of me, going deep with each thrust as he rubs my throbbing nubbin with the perfect amount of pressure.

"What are you doing to me?" The alien doctor whispers. He slowly peruses the length of my body, moving from my face down to my toes, then back again. "What the fluxx are you doing to me?" Accusation tinges his deep voice, but he doesn't sound angry. Surprised, maybe. And curious.

But I'm not entirely certain what he's talking about.

He moves between my thighs, and I almost shed tears of relief when he commences toying with my clit. He rubs and circles it with precise motions.

Zings of sensation affect me, skittering throughout my body, making me hyperaware of every little action he takes. Every brush of skin, every deep exhale as he leans closer and his breath drifts across my naked flesh.

His lips hover so close to my upper thigh that for a moment I think he might kiss me there. Constant growls rumble from his throat, and the noise vibrates through me, enhancing my pleasure.

He straightens, grabs hold of the phallus, and begins to withdraw it from my pussy. A second later, he drives it back inside, going so deep that I fear he might break me. I'm still a tad sore from the first phallus, the smaller one, yet he seems determined to force this larger one to the very depths of my core.

"You're so close to taking the whole thing. Good, good little female." The praise in his tone warms my heart in a way I don't want to think about. My head prickles with sensation as goosebumps skitter down my back, followed by a deep throb in my center, the most delightful physical response to his voice yet.

What are you doing to me ? I almost ask him.

Why do I feel frantic and saddened by the idea of never seeing him again? It's preposterous. I should be relieved by the knowledge that after he finishes my exam, he'll return to his ship, and I'll return to the brig. I should be relieved I won't have to worry about seeing him again, and I should be buoyed by the knowledge that I'll be released from the brig soon. I'll be free, and I need to focus on forgetting and putting this experience behind me.

But how can I forget Zahhn?

Fuck. So much for keeping my guard up.

What if I'm drawn to the alien doctor because of what he's physically doing to me? I remind myself that he removed all traces of the hormone suppressants from my system. He's also touching me in shamefully intimate ways I've never been touched before. He gave me orgasms, shoved two huge phalluses in my core, and made me suck on one of those fake appendages.

Oh, and let's not forget the embarrassing and painful spanking he gave me. I flush as a tremor dances across my sore bottom cheeks. Yes, I'm simply confused by my physical response to his ministrations.

How much longer does he plan to drive the largest phallus inside me?

"Almost there." He works circles over my clit, occasionally pausing to drag moisture from my core atop the nubbin. Tingles sweep over me as the throbbing heat coils tighter in my center. My toes curl and I tense, ready to combust. He pushes the phallus deeper, until I'm stretched impossibly wide and filled up.

Then it happens. I cry out as another pulsating release steals through me. Gasping for air, I writhe on the table, gyrating my hips against Zahhn's expert ministrations.

"There." He gives a final push of the phallus that sends a shockwave of delicious sensation spiraling outward from my pussy. "Good little female. You've managed to fully accommodate the largest phallus, as I suspected you could."

Good little female. There it is again. Those three little words that sort of feel like an endearment. I can't help but flush as he meets my eyes and gives me a nod of approval. I shouldn't like that I pleased him, but I do.

Heat flares in his gaze as he studies my center. I think he's about to remove the phallus, but he leaves it submerged. I watch in confusion as he withdraws a protective glove from his pocket and places it on his right hand.

"Please." I wiggle on the table. "It's so big. Please take it out."

"Just a moment." He grabs the small bottle I'd all but forgotten about and pours a copious amount of clear liquid on his gloved fingers. Before I can ask what he's planning, he reaches between my thighs, draws my butt cheeks apart, and places a lubricated finger at my anus.

I gasp and go tense, shaking my head as I clutch the sides of the table. But every little movement I make increases the fullness of the phallus that's still submerged in my depths, and he seems determined to slip that gloved digit into my bottom hole.

Oh God. He'd mentioned that he wanted to learn whether I could withstand an intrusion in my ass. I suspect that with proper training, you could withstand a shaft in your bottom hole, which could make traditional Darrvason mating methods possible.

My stomach flips, and I pray he won't attempt to shove either of the phalluses in my anus. I'm fairly certain he's only slipped the tip of his finger inside thus far, and I can't fathom the discomfort of something the size of a Darrvason cock.

"I want to test whether this delightful puckering hole of yours could stretch to withstand the pounding of a shaft during a mating session. But," he says, shoving deeper and causing me to gasp again, "you are very tight back here, so I will only invade you with a finger or two. Try to relax, little female."

I whimper and almost ask him to remove the large phallus from my core, but he shoves deeper in my ass and the abrupt fullness makes speech impossible. Despite the immense discomfort and my utter embarrassment, I can't claim it hurts. Heated waves continue throbbing outward from my center, and the unexpected pleasure only increases as he shoves deeper in my bottom hole.

He emits a noise of approval, a rumble that makes my pussy clench on the massive phallus. Perspiration runs down my temple and I blink fast as my eyes water. What he's doing to me… it's overwhelming. I cannot form a coherent thought, and I still can't manage words.

"So very tight, yet I suspect with consistent training, perhaps with a set of plugs in incremental sizes, you could eventually take an upper Darrvason shaft in your bottom hole." He growls and starts pumping his digit in and out of my snug, private hole.

I lurch upward on the table with a keening moan, seeking relief that I'm not sure will come. Because my clit is suddenly throbbing but he's not touching it. He's too preoccupied with keeping my ass cheeks spread while he drives in and out of my tightness. I'm sorely tempted to reach down and stroke my clit, but I promise myself I'll resist the urge. I don't want him to know just how breathless and achy I'm becoming, or how desperate I am for another release.

"Your clit is becoming hugely swollen, Leona." Still working his long, thick digit in and out of my asshole, he gives me a satisfied look. I whimper and cover my face with my hands, feeling vulnerable and ashamed. But also excited, exceedingly so.

" Please ," I whisper, finally managing a single word, though I could be begging for anything. For his touch, or perhaps for him to withdraw the phallus and his finger from my orifices.

In truth, I'm not certain what I want. I only know that I cannot endure the deep plunges in my ass for much longer unless he pays my clit some attention. A few quick rubs and surely I'll shatter, and the relief will make this experience a bit more tolerable. Well, maybe.

A dark chuckle leaves him, and as he withdraws his finger partially from my ass, he shocks me by adding a second one during the next plunge inside. My strangled groan echoes off the walls, and my center keeps undulating, my hips shifting up and down of their own accord. The fullness in my ass causes the phallus to feel larger in my pussy, and vice versa. I don't know how he's managed to fill both my holes at the same time, and I'm stunned that I'm capable of such an indecent feat.

Breathless and moaning, I have no choice but to endure the double invasion. Just when I think I cannot withstand another thrust, he slowly withdraws his fingers from my bottom hole. I exhale quickly as a shudder winds through my body, watching as he removes and disposes of the protective glove.

He glances at something on a device he wears on his wrist, and a deep frown suddenly mars his visage. A communication device of some sort, I realize, perhaps one that allows him to receive news from his people. I want to ask what's caused him to appear so upset, but I remind myself that we are strangers and I'll never see him again. I shouldn't care why he looks so frustrated and perhaps a bit angry. Whatever the cause, I don't think it's because of me, and that brings me some relief.

He growls and turns to face me more fully, then reaches for the large phallus that's still submerged in my pussy. With careful movements, he pulls the object from my center and sets it aside. When his gaze collides with mine, the lines on his face soften, and he parts his lips and draws in a deep breath, as though he's preparing to say something. But just as quickly, he presses his lips together and turns away. My heart sinks, though I'm not certain why, and I chide myself for being affected by his apparent rejection.

"Are we finished?" I ask in a shaky tone. "Is-is it over?"

He nods. "Yes. I will clean the wetness from between your thighs, then you may get dressed. The other exams are over, and your fellow prisoners are in the main area of the medical bay waiting to be returned to the brig."

"Oh," is all I say. I don't understand the panic that abruptly swells inside me. Nor do I comprehend the immense, gaping sense of loss. The thought of being parted from Zahhn is alarming, yet I don't know why. The strange tug between us remains, and my upper arms won't stop itching. His dark purple eyes mesmerize me as he once again stares at me as though he wishes to say something profound.

Finally, he retrieves another damp cloth and commences dragging it over my slick folds, cleaning away the evidence of my arousal. The evidence of the transformative experience we just shared. Well, I don't know about him, but it was transformative for me.

Because I will never be the same.