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Submitting to the Alien Barbarian: #2
Alien x fem reader, a dom/sub erotic short.
TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, gagging and violence.
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“Hey, where are we going?” You pound your hand against his back. “You’re supposed to fuck me!” You grumble like a petulant child as he quickly moves away from the wild revelry happening behind you.
“Somewhere I can take my time with you, Human.”
“Fuck you!” You slam your fist into his back. “I said fuck me!”
You don’t want to be taken somewhere else, you want to join the orgy.
He doesn’t listen, so you do the only thing you can think to get him to stop. You turn your head taking his flesh between your lips. Your teeth find the shell of his ear and you bite down hard, until you taste the coppery tang of blood.
He stumbles, and pries you off his ear with rough hands and throws you flat onto your back, the red dirt swirls around you in the air. You lick his blood off your lip, staring directly into the barbarians soul.
You barely have time to catch your breath before thick hands grab you by your hips and flip you over, forcing the side of your face into the ground.
“Is this what you want?” He yells, ripping what’s left of your jumpsuit off your ass. “You want me to fill up your human cunt with my warrior’s seed?” One of his hand finds the slickness between your thighs while the other pushes your head harder against the ground.
You can see his entwined cocks out of your peripheral vision. They seem even bigger this close.
His thick finger thrusts hard into you, stretching your entrance before he begins pounding his even deeper yet. Your pussy clamps over his calloused fingers, you swear you’re almost ready to come just from his hand.
“Could you even take my cocks in this tiny human cunt of yours?” He asks you as he moves his hand back to his own pulsating members.
The loss of him has your pussy clenching over nothing, the ache in your core is almost unbearable.
“Make it fit you coward,” you tell him, you can’t wait any more for release. You need this.
His hand leaves your head, and you turn to get a better look at his face. His throbbing cocks are notched at your entrance. Those eyes shine with some kind of viciousness you’ve only dreamed about, and you swear you can see something behind his visage snap. His nostrils flare, and you realize the time for talking is done.
He plunges into you, and it fucking burns. He doesn’t ask if you’re okay, he doesn’t allow you time to adjust, he just keeps up his relentless rhythm. The pain and pleasure mix in a way you’ve never experienced before, and you make noises that sound more animal than human.
The coil of his cocks hit your g-spot with every thrust, and despite the pain there’s a tension as an orgasm builds with a hungry intensity. Your body wants this, it yearns to submit.
“You’ll come on my cocks, and then milk me so hard that you’ll be dripping my seed for weeks. Your used cunt will belong only to me. You’re going to be marked forever in my cum, no one will dare touch you ever again. I’m going to fuck you raw,” The Volkroth bellows, his words coming faster as his pace increases.
When he puts his hand back on your throat, squeezing the sides hard, you black out with how violently you come. The taught cord inside you snaps, and any pain left is replaced by waves of ecstasy. Your body throbs with pleasure from your toes to the top of your head. Every muscle seizing in a symphony of joy.
In your boneless haze, you feel his body tighten. Inside you, his massive cocks move and unfurl as if they’re rearranging themselves. Your over sensitive flesh can barely handle the sensation before you feel something swelling inside you. He presses on the bulge he’s created on your stomach as he comes. His seed washes over your insides.
He’s still coming when it begins to leak out and down your thighs. Your clasping walls grip onto him, and you feel locked together.
Eventually the giant collapses on top of you, even though you expect him to head back to the crowd.
“What are you doing?” You ask him.
“You took my knot…” He’s out of breath, and he sounds surprised. “We’re stuck together until the swelling goes down.”
You flex your inner walls, and you can feel the bulge locking you together. Even though his body is still, his cocks continue to pump hot semen deep inside of you.
“If you keep doing that with your cunt, we’ll be here forever, human,” he growls.
Wrapping an arm around your back he pulls you against his body, your head barely reaching his pecs, and flips over so that you're laying on his chest.
“So what happens after this?” You ask him, feeling like your body has not a single bone left to keep you steady. You catch yourself rubbing my face in his thick chest hair, totally blissed out after your experience together.
“I do it again, and again, until I’m sure my seed takes and your belly is swollen. I’ll fuck your human cunt as many times as it takes to ensure my bloodline.” He tell you as if it’s the only obvious choice.
“If I let you,” You whisper snarkily.
White flashes behind your eyes as his hand smacks your ass.
“You’ll do as you're told,” he says before closing his eyes and ignoring you.
And you will. You’ll do whatever he asks if he keeps making you feel like this.
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RECOMMENDATION
All I Wanted Was Sushi But I Got Abducted By Aliens Instead
by Petra Palerno - you can also find her on TikTok
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All I Wanted Was Sushi But I Got Abducted By Aliens Instead is about… exactly what the title says! It’s also the first book in the Bubble Babes duology of erotic alien romance novellas.
Palerno provides content warnings within the book itself, but not on her website, so I’m listing them here: abduction, death, hostages, human trafficking, kidnapping, needles, murder, grief, blood, gore, pregnancy, sexual content, and drugging. In spite of all of this, the book manages to remain incredibly lighthearted. Yes, the first scene features Opal, our cis female protagonist, being drugged with “horny juice” after being freshly abducted by aliens and sent off to be an erotic dancer against her will. Nonetheless, I think one of several things that Palerno does well is keeping the tone fun and silly while still treating these dark topics with a measure of the gravitas that they deserve. Opal develops a fear of needles and refuses to be injected ever again after this incident, and once she is rescued from being a dancer by her cis male love interest, Ke’ain, her wishes are respected.
The plot of this not quite 200-page book is a rollercoaster from start to finish. We begin with a traffic jam on an alien planet, and end with a definite HEA featuring the abrupt ending of the galaxy-wide trafficking of human women by the alien Deenz. Some things I loved were that Opal is a plus-size babe, and her curviness and softness are seen as a definite plus by her lover. The book is very body positive, and has a scene where Opal decides not to shave (in the words of her new alien friends) her “crotch mane,” to the approval of those around her. Likewise, she remains feisty, spunky, and full of heart without any disparaging remarks about her weight.
This book is also chock-full of spicy scenes. Like, a lot of spicy scenes. So many. I lost count of the number of orgasms Opal experienced at the hands, penis, tongue, and clitoral stimulation sucker (yes, really) of her aquatic alien lover, Ke’ain. Ke’ain also happens to be the prince of this planet, so Opal is falling in love with not just a person but the whole race of aliens she will help rule once the Deenz are taken care of.
The Fi’len (Ke’ain’s species) experience a “mating bond” where they find what are essentially soulmates, but—very interestingly—this is completely one-sided in an interspecies relationship; humans of course don’t experience soulmate bonds, which can cause problems… problems that are explored further in the second book of the duology, All I Wanted Was To Become A Scientist But Now I’ve Got An Alien Boyfriend, which is about Jessy, a veteran human dancer who has been recently rescued and is now trying to piece the semblance of a normal-ish life back together.
Overall, I really enjoyed this book! It was exactly the type of lighthearted, fun romp through space that I needed as the stress of my uni semester started to really ramp up, and I’m eager to pick up the sequel and learn about Jessy’s messy relationship with Gra’eth, another Fi’len man of the planet’s royal court.
You can find this ebook on Amazon Kindle (US).
You can also get a signed paperback copy of this book from the author's Etsy.
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The Monstrous Masterlist
organized alphabetically by author's last name
Marie Cardno
How to Get a Girlfriend (When You're a Terrifying Monster) (Monster Girlfriend #1)
Love Interest: eldritch horror
recommendation link
Morgan Dante
Providence Girls
Love Interest: Deep One (Lovecraft)
recommendation link
Lillian Lark
Found by the Lake Monster: A Love Bathhouse Monster Romance (Monstrous Matches #1.5)
Love Interest: lake monster
recommendation link
Freydís Moon
Exodus 20:3
Love Interest: angel
recommendation link
Petra Palerno
All I Wanted Was Sushi But I Got Abducted By Aliens Instead (Bubble Babes #1)
Love Interest: alien
recommendation link
R. K. Pierce
Rhage (Monsters of Metal #1)
Love Interest: demon
recommendation link
Kate Prior
Love, Laugh, Lich (Claws & Cubicles #1)
Love Interest: lich
recommendation link
Lyonne Riley
Healing the Orc's Heart (Trollkin Lovers #2)
Love Interest: orc
recommendation link
Victoria Weyland
Bees and Honey: A Swamp Monster Love Story
Love Interest: swamp monster
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Had the absolute pleasure of working with Petra Palerno on this piece for their novel!
It’s a spicy alien romance 👀💕
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2023 Reading List
January:
What Lies Beyond the Veil- Harper L Woods & Adailade Forrest **
What Hunts inside the Shadows- Harper L Woods & Adailade Forrest **
Rhuger's Pearl- Carlotta Hughes ****
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February: X
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March:
4. Silent Lucidity- Tiffany Roberts **
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April:
5. Yearning for Her- Tiffany Roberts ****
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May: X
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June:
6. That Time I got Drunk and Saved a Human- Kimberly Lemming ***
7. How To Marry A Marble Marquis- C.M. Nascosta ****
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July:
8. To Tame a Dragon- Tiffany Roberts *
9. To Love a Dragon- Tiffany Roberts *
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August:
10. Taken by the Aline Next Door- Tiffany Roberts ***
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September:
11. Blood Moon- Jillian Graves **
12. The Sea Witch- Rebecca F. Kenney ****
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October:
13. Rhuger's Cridhe- Carlotta Hughes ****
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November:
14. A Duel with the Vampire Lord- Elise Kova ****
15. A Fellowship of Bakers & Magic- J. Penner ****
16. His Darkest Desire- Tiffany Roberts ****
17. Scream for Us- Molly Doyle **
18. Bloodshed- Molly Doyle ***
19. Melt for Us- Molly Doyle **
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December:
20. All I wanted was sushi but I got abducted by aliens instead- Petra Palerno ***
21. All I wanted was to become a Scientist but now I've got an Alien Boyfriend- Petra Palerno ***
22. All I wanted was a glass of Vine but an Alien Duke kidnapped me instead- Petra Palerno ***
23. A Court of Sugar & Spice- Rebecca F. Kenney ****
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Reading Goals:
Read 45 books (I'm ok if I read at least 20 due to life changes)
Read 10 comics/webcomics/manga
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Rook- Jillian Graves (Delayed)
Welcome to Azathé- CM Nascosta (Delayed)
Welcome to Fae Café- Jennifer Kropf
Enchantment- Orson Scott Card *2
My Side of the Mountain- Jean Craighead George *2
The Goddess of Yesterday- Caroline B. Cooney *2
A Little Princess- Frances Hodgson Burnett *3
Journey to the Center of the Earth- Jules Verne *3
Ascendant- Michael R Miller *1
Throne of Glass- Sarah J Maas
Crown of Midnight- Sarah J Maas
Heir of Fire- Sarah J Maas
Queen of Shadows- Sarah J Maas
Empire of Storms- Sarah J Maas
Tower of Dawn- Sarah J Maas
Kingdom of Ash- Sarah J Maas
Dragon Keeper- Carole Wilkinson *1
A Natural History of Dragons- Marie Brennan *1
Dragon's Flight- Anne McCaffery *1
Dragon Keeper- Robin Hobb *1
Phoenix Unbound- Grace Draven
Dragon Unleashed- Grace Draven
Raven Unveiled- Grace Draven
Undying King- Grace Draven
Entreat Me- Grace Draven
House of Earth & Blood- Sarah J Maas
House of Sky & Breath- Sarah J Maas
Jurassic Park- Michael Crichton
A Rake of His Own- AJ Lancaster (Reading)
Parties- C.M. Nascosta
Contact- Carl Sagan
Spinning Silver- Naomi Novik
Iron Widow- Xiran Jay Zhao
Uprooted- Naomi Novik
The Name of the Wind- Patrick Rothfuss
What Sleeps Within the Cove- Harper L Woods & Adailade Forrest (10/17/2023)
Get off the Unicorn- Anne McCaffrey
Cursed Cocktails: A Cozy Fantasy- S.L. Rowland
Run, Run Rabbit- CM Nascosta
Stolen Midsummer Bride- Tara Grayce
Uncommon Verdant- Daria Vernon
Bow before the Elf Queen- JM Kearl
The Crystal Shard- R. A. Salvatore
Streams of Silver- R. A. Salvatore
The Halfling's Gem- R. A. Salvatore
The Legacy- R. A. Salvatore
Starless Night- R. A. Salvatore
What Lurks Between the Fates- Harper L Woods & Adailade Forrest
Shadow Wizard- Jeffe Kennedy
Rogue Familiar- Jeffe Kennedy
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Witch Hat Atelier
My Father is a Unicorn
Otherworldly Izakaya Nobu
Restaurant to Another World
The Savior's Book Café Story in Another
Campfire cooking in another world with my absurd skill
The Way of the Househusband
Delicious in Dungeon
Housekeeping Mage from Another World
Kakuriyo: Bed & Breakfast for Spirits
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Reading Challenges:
Read 5 Dragon related books (listed)
Read 3 books I read in school (listed)
Read 2 classics (listed)
Read at least 5-7of the Legend of Drizzt books (listed)
Read 5 books recommended to me
Read at least 5 books by Grace Draven (listed)
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Total Reading Goal: 50
Just to be kind to my future self when she looks at this at the end of the year: remember that we were pregnant, had a baby, had to look for a new job, and had to move. We just didn't have time. Maybe we will next year.
Also I will admit I've been binge reading some of Tiffany Roberts' work here and there.
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Ok this year's reading challenge was completely and utterly slashed. I got overly enthusiastic and just went all over the place. I enjoyed reading when I could, especially after having a baby. February through May was difficult for me as I was in a lot of pain and just wanted to sleep on the last few months of pregnancy. I cried a lot. After I gave birth, reading helped me slowly heal my new found scattered and tired mom brain. I started off slow and after August when I started working again, I came back with a vengeance.
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Favorites:
* it was good
** loved it
*** would read again and again
**** Can't stop thinking about it, won't stop thinking about it
Not a fan: X
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Top Reads of 2023:
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2023 Guilty Pleasure Books:
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2023 Favorite Authors:
Tiffany Roberts
Rebecca F. Kenney
Petra Palerno
Kimberly Lemming
Carlotta Hughes
J. Penner
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Favorite Series:
Bubble Babes
Orc Matched
Order of the Unseen
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Re-reads:
The Martian
Project Hail Mary
Ice Planet Barbarian
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2022 Reading List and Reviews- 36
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BOOK REVIEW : All I Wanted Was Sushi But I Got Abducted By Aliens Instead (Bubble Babes book 1)
Petra Palerno
(Arc, out January 13th 2023)
Opal loves sushi. Therefore she loves fish. Why do I say that, you may wonder. Well, dear friends, this information is crucial to the story. But right now little human Opal just finished work and is ready to get dinner, without imagining one second,that that Japanese delicacy will be her doom (let’s be honest her destiny would have happened anyway if she was out for a burger or chicken nuggets, but it would have been far less ironic). Sushi then. She is certainly already imagining their delicious fishy taste. And nothing. Nada. Opal wakes up in a bus surrounded by other women and a weird looking purple thing and doesn’t imagine that this ride is only the beginning of her intergalactic smutty adventure.
Once again Petra created an unexpected and extremely enjoyable read. If you enjoyed her previous series the Dropped Stitch, know that it has nothing to do with it, except a very vocal and mouthy curvy heroine. Opal has nothing to envy Cordelia as a main character, though, as she also has plenty of dangerous adventures to face.
Our Barbarella in training discovers an unwelcoming planet where Earth women are being trafficked to entertain bored aliens. There is a love story. There are a lot of smuts. Opal is saved. Kidnapped again. Saved again. Some spice. Ok lot of spice. It is light. It is funny. It is full of pop culture references and hilarious miscommunications. If you need a fast read that will make you laugh. Pick up this book.
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Submitting to the Alien Barbarian #5
Alien x fem reader, a dom/sub erotic short.
TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, breath play, and violence.
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��Your mate?” You stutter as you pull yourself out of the water and sit down, dripping wet, on the furs near the fire. “What do you mean that I’m your mate? Isn’t the whole point of volkroth spawning season is that there are no mates. I was under the impression it was a kind of ‘free use’ scenario around here.”
He’s got to be joking, right?
Drohako sets his jaw, but his eyes soften from the blind rage of earlier. His purple irises bore into your soul as he speaks.
“I can see that you weren’t aware of every possibility here,” he sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face.
“No shit, sherlock,” you tell him with a roll of your eyes. “What exactly did I get myself into?” Despite trying to play it cool, you’re nervous as hell about what he might say.
“It is common for my people to breed only in the spawning pits. As I’m sure the representative informed you, the volkroth only produce male offspring. We’ve needed females from other species for longer than I’ve existed. The volkroth have adapted to this way of life—but it’s not how it’s always been.” He seems to have calmed down a little as he sits down next to me. His meaty thighs folding under him as he does.
“I knew you, this unassuming, aggravating little thing, were my mate the second you took the thick knot of my cocks. That isn’t something that happens every time we rut a female, human.” His voice deepens as he talks about being buried inside you.
“Mate... The aliens on the station have those. Are you telling me we’re like...married now?” Your throat gets sticky and the word marriage feels thick, like peanut butter.
“I do not know what this marriage word means—If it means that you are mine, and then I will pump you full of my seed until your belly is swollen with my children, then yes. You may call it a marriage.” His filthy words are spoken as plain as day.
“What if I say no?” You interject, “What if I want to fuck some other big dumb alien?” The words sound whiny even to your own ears.
Drohako narrows his eyes. “You are mine, and I will kill any other male for looking at you...do not test me human or there will be consequences.” Though he whispers, it’s almost scarier than when he was yelling.
Consequences.
Is it fucked up that the word has you clenching your pussy?
“What if I can’t behave myself?” You toy with him.
Maybe if he didn’t feed into every brutal fantasy you’ve ever had, this whole mate thing would be a much harder pill to swallow. But your freshly healed pussy throbs at the thought of him taking what he wants from you, of killing another male for just looking at you.
“You will learn discipline, you will obey me, or I’ll restrain you.” A jolt of pleasure thrums up your spine, and you sit up at attention.
“Then what?” you ask, your hand finding its way down to your already slick lips. The big brute of an alien cocks his head as he watches you slide your fingers over your clit.
“I never gave you permission to come,” he says with a glint in his eye.
“Whoops, guess you should tell me how to earn that privilege, shouldn’t you?” You dip a finger into yourself.
“Stop,” he says through gritted teeth. His fists ball up at his sides as he glares at me.
“Does it make you want to punish me? Does your little human mate make you angry, Drohako?” You buck you hips, finding a rhythm.
Drohako, a male of action, doesn’t bother with his words any longer. With two of his massive strides, he bridges the distance between us in the blink of an eye.
With a single fluid motion, he tears the loincloth off his waist. Standing over you, the vee of his groin muscles lead into the swell of his cocks, already thick and drooling. He can act mad all he wants, but you know that his body is screaming for yours. Grabbing his cocks at the root, he pushes them against your mouth.
“Open up, human, prove to me you're worthy of a release.” Drohako wants you to suck his cocks? You were under the assumption that most aliens might not understand what a blow job is...but it seems the volkroth have no misunderstanding on the art of sucking dick.
He grabs your hair, wrapping it around the back of his hand, and pulls your head forward. Your lips are barely opened as the head of one of his prehensile cocks pushes past your lips. Just one of them is enough to fill your entire mouth, but as he shoves the second pulsing member in, you can’t help but gag. Slavia drips from your mouth as he fucks it. Guttural slurping noises fill the cave.
“Touch yourself,” he commands. When you do, you’re even slicker than before, clit throbbing with a pleasure that hovers near pain. Both his hands are woven in your hair, and he’s pushing himself as far into your mouth as he can go, only a little more than halfway down his girthy length.
“Do you want me to fuck you, human?” He gets out between thrusts.
“Yeshfnugpmh,” you gargle as he hits the back of your throat again.
“Do you want my seed dripping out of that swollen cunt of yours?” his breathing is getting uneven, and you feel his balls tighten against his body.
You can’t even make out the words to say yes, but god yes you want him to use you. Your mouth is stuffed too full. You can taste his sweet pre-cum on the back of your tongue, leaking like he’s about to bust. He withdraws and pushes you on you back.
“Are you wet enough for me?” he asks before sliding down your body and hovering his square stubbled jaw over your weeping mound.
“So wet for you,” you croak, your throat not recovered from the fucking he just administered to it.
You expect him to crawl back up your body, to notch his cocks into you and to fuck you until you explode. But you’re grabbing the furs you lay on as he drags his wide, rough tongue up your slit.
“What are you?” he asks, the heat of his breath that fans over your pussy is driving you insane.
“Human,” you breathe, squirming under him.
“Be still,” he commands, putting a hand on the small of your belly. “No, what are you to me?” He asks again, looking up at you with serious eyes.
“...Mate?” You say unsure. He rewards your answer with a slow and firm lick of your clit.
“Say it again,” he says as he bites your inner thigh.
You can’t help but arch up, needing more of his touch.
“Mate, I’m your mate!” you yelp as his lips close over your clit and he begins a relentless rhythm of suction and thrumming of the sensitive nub with his tongue.
“Fuck, Drohako, I’m going to cum,” you mewl under his ministrations. He pushes two of his thick fingers into you, never stopping his aggressive stimulation of your clit. The muscles of your sex clasp around his hand, begging to be fucked harder. You can feel the delicious burn of a building orgasm as it coils in your belly.
“A little further, keep going, don’t stop,” you beg him as he sucks your clit.
“Wait, you’re not allowed to come until my cocks are inside you, human,” he says as he lifts his head from your mound.
Wait? You can’t wait! You’re almost crossing the precipice, at the point of no return.
“Too close, can’t wait,” you pant bucking up against his mouth.
When he growls against your pussy in response, it’s just what you need to cross over. His mouth leaves you at the very second you do, and you can feel his cocks pushing into you as your pussy flutters and you spiral into pleasure.
Every inch of his cocks that pushes past your trembling core only heightens your pleasure into pure ecstasy. Your vision tunnels as he grabs your hips and lifts them off the ground.
Drohako grunts when you go limp in his hands. You’re so overwhelmed with pleasure that you’re seeing literal stars. Your senses narrow.
The only thing you can see is his sweat covered brow, his black hair sticking to his forehead, and the only sound you can process is the beat of his sac as it slaps into your ass with every vicious stroke.
His cocks coil inside of you, and you feel them knotting themselves together, pushing against your cervix.
"My mate, you're my mate, you're my ma—" Drohako jolts, and his cock shoots his hot seed into your belly. His thick shafts push deeper still, as if he wants to push his cum as far into you as he can. He is so fucking desperate for it to take root.
The locking of his knotted dicks swells, and you can feel it lock inside of you. Even though his thrusting has slowed, they still pump. Drohako collapses onto of you, his colossal body pinning you to the ground.
“Drohako,” you wince as he crushes you underneath him. “I can’t breathe!”
He groans, eyes closed, and flips you both, still locked together until you’re straddling him flat on his back. Your pussy still throbs around him as you let yourself be the one to collapse this time. The sweat of our bodies, the mixture of his cum and your slick, leaves us sticky and panting.
“I like not listening,” you mutter into his big blue chest. An enormous hand slaps your ass, and you clench at the sting. The barbarian's eyes roll back and he moans in response to the motion of your reaction.
Your clenching milks his knot and you feel his release push out of your pussy. He brings another hand down with a crack on the other cheek and you tense and tug at the tie between you again, an unavoidable response to the pain.
“I thought you didn’t want me to move when we’re knotted together?” You pant, reaching a hand back to rub your stinging ass.
“Not in the spawning pits...but here in the home cave, I want your cunt to milk me as long as it can,” he moans, as his cocks pump even harder.
“As long as I can?” you ask with an arched brow as you lean back against his knees, reclining to present him with your knotted pussy. He tucks his chin down, still glistening with your juices, to watch the show. You take his hand and put it over your swollen clit.
“Hit me here,” you command him with a devious smile.
His eyes narrow, but you get no warning before he cracks his hand against your slit.
“Fuck!” you yelp. The reaction of his hand against your already oversensitive clit sends sparks to your core. You squirm and clench so hard that he grunts and holds you tightly against his cocks, both of his hands on your hips.
Even though he’s not thrusting, it almost feels like he is as his knot expands and contracts.
“Again,” you tell him, and he obeys. Each thwack of his big palm bringing you closer to a second finish.
“You’re my mate,” you moan on the smack that pushes you over the edge. His knot spasms, and you swear you can see it bulge in your belly. It pushes against your g-spot and when you orgasm this second time, you can feel the rush of wetness as he makes your pussy squirt for him.
As the aftershocks roll through you, you’re completely boneless. You slump against his warm chest and finally rest. It might not be so bad to be someone’s mate after all.
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Submitting to the Alien Barbarian: #3
Alien x fem reader, a dom/sub erotic short.
TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, and violence.
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You’re barely awake when you feel his cocks loosen and slide out of your dripping pussy.
You don’t know how you’re supposed to keep going after that. You’re sore and stinging, drenched in a strange alien’s cum. This is precisely what you wanted…but you’re not sure if you can rally for a round two with some other barbarian.
Especially not after that knot stretched you as wide as it did.
You expect the big purple brute to roll you off to the side and continue his revelry back with the yellow alien woman you saw him with when you arrived.
But he doesn’t. He takes your used body and tucks you into his arms, carrying you like a limp doll. You blink rapidly, trying to clear the red dirt from your eyes. The particulates sting, and your eyes water, trying to clear the offending matter.
Staring up at his stubble-covered square jaw, you realize that he’s once again walking away from the crush of the crowd.
“…Hey,” you cough out. “Where are you taking me? Shouldn’t I go forth and spawn?” Your voice is hoarse as you poke his muscular side. Were you screaming when he fucked you before? Is that why your throat feels so rough?
He stops walking and tilts his head down at you 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 slammed it into the ground?” He puffs a quick burst of air through his nostrils, pulling you up closer to him.
“Hey, fuck you,” you cough out. “Where the fuck are we going, then?” You ask, realizing that if he wants to take you somewhere, he will—and you 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 tells me plainly.
“Is that a promise?” You grin up at him, despite the aching of your body.
He looks down at you in his arms and cocks a brow. Without giving you an answer, he sets you on the ground. Your legs shake, still unstable from his ministrations earlier.
He looks you over, the lower half of your body exposed from the destruction he wrought over your jumpsuit when he tore it off you.
With a smile on its face, the alien reaches out and grabs hold of the tattered remains of your pant leg, which is still wrapped around your ankle. The remaining fabric flutters in the wind behind you.
As he forcefully tears it off, your leg buckles beneath you and you collapse onto one knee. With swift movements, he ties a tight knot at the center of the strip. Leaning over, he firmly holds your face with his powerful hand, digging his fingers into your cheeks.
“Open your mouth, human,” he growls.
“Make me,” you say with lips closed as tightly as you can.
Despite his scowl, he pries open your mouth with ease, his finger slipping between your teeth. His hand still carries the lingering taste of you. No matter how hard you try, his superior strength renders your attempts to bite him futile, leaving your jaw barely able to move.
With his other hand, he pushes the knot between your teeth and pulls the ends of the fabric tight around the back of your head.
As he runs his finger over your cheek, he whispers, "I like you better this way," before swiftly lifting your body onto his shoulder.
With each yell into his back, spit accumulates around the gag, making it increasingly uncomfortable. You can feel the fabric's rough edges digging into the corner of your mouth, intensifying the struggle.
No matter how hard you attempt to outdo this imposing barbarian, he matches your bratting blow for blow—and you fucking love it.
As you squirm over his shoulder, he tightens his grip on your ankles, nails digging into your flesh.
His other hand runs up and down your exposed ass, stroking it in a way that feels too soft for his calloused hand. His palm creeps closer to your pussy, but never touches it. The denial of his touch makes it weep slickness, but you don’t know if he can tell the difference between your arousal and his cum that leaks out of you.
You don’t think he cares either way.
Before he pushes a heavy leather hide to the side, you swear you can hear him softly humming, as if he’s quite pleased with himself.
He sets you down roughly in front of a central fire; the smoke stinging your already agitated eyes. It takes a moment to feel the soft fur that you’ve been placed on.
You look down at the thick purple pelt, saliva running down your chin as you tilt your head.
It feels strange to be placed on something so soft, the feeling so out of place in this rough world you’ve volunteered to be a part of.
You drag your eyes up, adjusting to the lighting of the cave. The walls are covered in more hides in unusual colors. Supplies are gathered up on crudely built shelves.
Behind you, you hear the movement of water.
You whip your 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 you of the well water you grew up drinking.
You hear the aliens’ footsteps and face forward. He stands on the other side of the fire. The light from the flames highlighting the sheen of sweat over his chiseled form. He looks at you with hooded lids. His possessiveness over you is as plain as day.
“I’ll remove the gag if you can behave. Speak when spoken to,” he says calmly.
You nod, unsure if you can keep that promise, but excited to find out what will happen if you don’t.
He steps around the fire and releases the fabric knot from the base of your skull.
The soaked gag drops to the ground, and you rub the corners of your mouth and flex your tongue out.
He pants, his exhalations fanning over you, as if waiting for your snarky response.
“What?” you ask. For someone who doesn’t want you to talk, he sure looks like he’s expecting you to.
“Do you have a question?” He snaps.
“Sure, do you have a name?” Realizing you don’t know what to call him other than asshole.
“Drohako.”
His name suits him, and you mouth it a few times before you get comfortable with the pronunciation of it.
He sits down next to you, crossing his legs and letting his monster cocks unfurl as he relaxes.
He catches you gazing back at him expectantly.
“What?” He says, annoyed.
“So, Drohako, do you want to know my name?” You ask, already assuming the answer is yes.
"Hush," he murmurs, cutting off my words, before he wraps his arm around me and guides us both down to rest on the cozy furs.
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Submitting to the Alien Barbarian #4
Alien x fem reader, a dom/sub erotic short.
TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, breath play, and violence.
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You reach for him, but find nothing but a fistful of purple fur. Maybe he’s finally gone back to the orgy and found something else to rut.
You blink, trying to clear your crusted eyes of sleep. Could you even find your way back to the spawning pits on your own? You weren’t really paying attention to what direction he walked when you were slung over his shoulder.
He couldn’t have walked that far, could he?
With a deep breath, you push your body up to sit; every muscle feels overworked and stiff as you move. Bringing your hands down to your pussy, you wince.
Being overworked is an understatement. You’re ninety-nine percent sure that you’ve torn something.
Sure, you like it rough, but everyone’s got a limit. You could stay here one more night and soldier back to the pits for more fun before you’re taken to the Volkroth nesting grounds.
The actual giving birth part of the breeding program isn’t really the thing that excites you, but it’s kind of package deal. Luckily, you’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 are brought to term outside the body at the nesting grounds.
When it was being described to you, 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 you can go about getting fucked roughly for the rest of the spawning season. They raise the young communally too, so there’s no expectation of parenting for you either.
Looking at the sheer size of the Volkroth, the whole idea of a tiny bean of a baby seems ludicrous. But then again, you’re no expert on alien reproduction.
You’re just here to be ripped apart, and you’ve still got three months left until the spawning season ends. One rest day won’t put that big a damper on your orgy fun, will it?
The fire you slept next to is low, and you nudge a puck of the fuel you 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.
You’re just about to lie back down when you hear grunting and the hide that covers the cave’s entrance flies open.
The sun blasts into the cave, and your eyes struggle to adjust to the alien sun’s intensity. Slowly, two forms begin to 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, you 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 his head. Its striped yellow fur is thick and fluffy, but you can tell it masks how vicious the beast is. The animal’s almond eyes flick over to you as it licks its lips lazily, revealing a viciously sharp set of teeth, it's incisors lengthening out like a snakes fangs.
“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. His massive cocks are covered with some kind of loincloth. It does little to hide his thunder, so to speak.
You scoff, but he’s probably not wrong. Taking a step forward, your knees unexpectedly give out. Closing your eyes, you expect to fall face first into the fire.
You feel the heat on your cheeks, but not the licking sting of the flames. Bringing your hand up to your chest, you feel Drohako’s brawny forearm. It grips your chest tightly, holding you just above the fire.
“You move pretty fast for a big guy,” you chirp, still woozy.
“You are injured,” he tells you earnestly.
“No shit, Sherlock,” you mutter under your breath, and he pulls you 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 your hair and tugs your head back hard.
“You are not going back to the spawning pits. In fact, you will not leave the home cave,” 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 you realize he’s lowering you both into the hot spring you saw last night.
Drohako tucks his legs under him, sitting over his crossed ankles, and cradles you as he slowly brings your body under the water’s surface. Now that you’re actually in it, you don’t think it’s water. It’s not sticky, but it is thick like syrup. It clings to your body and displaces in ways that water wouldn’t. As you lay across his lap, he looks at you with a sour scowl and tugs your hair back into the pool, “Hold your breath.”
You don’t do it fast enough, and some water gets into your nose and lungs. You choke when he lets you up, gasping for air and forcing the warm water out of your chest.
“What the fuck? You’re mad that I’m injured, so you try to drown me?” You sputter at him.
“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 you…but does it all the same.
“Planet’s blood? Healing?” You ask, but realize that he’s right. Your muscles are relaxing, and even your crotch isn’t as sore.
“How injured is your cunt?” He asks as if you’re talking about the weather.
“It’s sore,” you say, trying to mitigate how painful it actually is.
With a sigh and an eye roll, he spins you so that your head rests just below his pecs. You feel pint-sized when he’s manhandling you.
You don’t resist when he pulls your knees apart wide enough so that your feet fall on the outside of his own legs. You watch him with curiosity as he slides a big purple hand between your legs. He rubs broadly over your mound and lips, working the healing water over your pussy.
You ease into him as some of the stinging is instantly soothed.
Your 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 you entrance. You flinch slightly as he touches your torn skin.
“I should fuck you even rawer for not telling me you were hurt,” he says through gritted teeth.
You wonder if maybe he actually did scrambled something in your brain when slammed it into the ground. A cord tightens inside you as your arousal grows. It would fucking hurt, but in a way, you feel you would like.
You buck your hips a little, maybe giving him the gentle nudge he needs to fucking wreck you again.
His other hand wraps around your neck, squeezing the sides hard. You bite your lip, unable to help the warmth spreading over your body.
“You are an insolent thing who will only get fucked once she listens. You’re going to have to earn these cocks.”
You expect him to move his hands a little faster, perhaps slipping at least one of his cocks up into you.
But he doesn’t. He rubs your torn pussy slowly, and you 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 help you lessen your arousal.
“Do you want this seed filling your belly, growing my spawn?” He breathes into your ear, and all the while, his hands move torturously slowly on your no longer painful pussy.
“Yes,” you sigh as he squeezes your neck all the harder.
“Do you want your tight little human cunt to milk these cocks?” He rasps, letting his fingers find your clit. Because the liquid your in, the planet’s blood, is thick and viscous, it lets him glide over the sensitive spot at your pussy’s apex with ease.
Your legs shake as he runs circles around the bundle of nerves, your muscles clasping, begging to be filled up with his thick cocks. You want to feel the delicious swell of his knotting dicks again.
“Please Drohako,” you moan, arching up.
“Do you want to come, little human?” He bites your ear lobe hard.
“Fuck yes,” you 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.
You’re surprised when he stops petting your pussy and pushes your knees shut. You're still throbbing with need when he pushes you forward into the pool so he can leave it.
“Did you really just do that?” You pant as you watch him walk back toward the front of the cave, pushing your own hand between your thighs. If you don’t find your release, you feel like you’ll explode and your fingers work furiously, trying to expedite your own ecstasy.
“Don’t you fucking dare touch yourself,” his voice booms as he snarls at you. You 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 you like. Do you 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 his fists up. “I will teach you some gods’ damn discipline if it’s the last fucking thing I do,” His purple face is flushed near blue as he points an accusatory finger at you.
“Your mate?” You ask, bewildered.
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Master Post: Submitting To the Alien Barbarian
You sign up for an Alien breeding program, and the fact that they're brutal barbarians is icing on the cake.
TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, pregnancy, overstimulation, anal play, gagging and violence.
WIP - Current word count: 18293
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Submitting to the Alien Barbarian: #1
Alien x fem reader, a dom/sub erotic short.
TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, and violence.
MASTERPOST
The heat radiating from the crowd, along with the smell of sex, hits you in the face as the door clicks open and the pilot bot dumps you unceremoniously into the dirt.
Your heart thuds in your chest, but it’s not because of the excitement you thought you would feel.
You’re scared shitless.
But this is what you wanted, this is what you signed up for.
“Mates needed for Volkroth spawning season. All expenses paid for biologically compatible species.”
You wanted someone to be rough with you, to be a fucking barbarian with you.
Maybe it was too much to expect an orientation before being dropped off at the spawning pits. You figured after the extensive medical testing, to ensure biological capability, that they’d ease you in.
You were so wrong.
Besides the chorus of fucking masses that surround you, there’s the guttural noises of males as they slam their fists into each other’s bodies.
Something you didn’t realize from the holo communication is that the aliens are fucking huge.
They tower over you as one purple brute rips the other male off a yellow alien female, who arguably looks like she’s having a great time. She even laughs as the male turns and clocks the attacking alien on the jaw.
His bones audibly snap as he crumples to the ground. You’re not sure if the breaking noise was his jaw or his neck—but you don’t think anyone cares.
They’re barbaric! They kill soldiers deemed too weak to fight, how could you want to mate a Volkroth? Your roommates disgusted face flashes in your mind as you wonder if the alien on the ground is dead or not.
“If you’re too weak to fight, you’re too weak to carry on the bloodline,” the victor yells.
The last male standing drips with the perspiration of sex, his body slick and shining. Unlike the one you saw on the holo comm, he’s completely nude.
More importantly, the big beast has two massive cocks resting on one heavy set of balls. They twist around each other, almost looking like they’re prehensile. You must gasp, because you draw his attention.
You scramble to stand when the alien’s eyes fall on you. His thick black hair, falling free of his top knot, spilling over the four horns. There are two on either side of his head, that curl proudly away from his face.
“A human?” He almost laughs as he says it. “I’d have thought you’re kind too soft, too exotic to be in the spawning pits with the rest of us.”
His voice is deadly smooth as he approaches you, a predator stalking his prey.
You’re frozen, even if your brain is screaming to flee, that you shouldn’t let this monster near you.
But there’s a broken part of your judgement that wants him to grab you by the neck and fuck you into the dirt.
So you stay still, stuck between two desires, your heart in your throat.
You crane your head up to look at him. He moves one very deliberate step closer. He’s so close now you can feel his breath on your face.
His golden eyes darken, and he licks his lips.
“You should run,” his voice is almost a whisper as it leaves his mouth.
The logical part of your mind wins, and you bolt. But you don’t have time to worry about where you’re running too. You feel his huge hand shoot around your midsection, pulling you back against his body.
His enormous cocks strain against your ass, the thin fabric of your jumpsuit doing nothing to protect you from the heat of his body. He brings his free hand up to your neck and squeezes rough fingers against the column of your throat. It sends sparks down to your weeping pussy and you squirm in his hold.
“I want you full and dripping with my seed, and only mine, human,” he breathes into your ear.
You bite back a moan.
“That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? You want a beast to breed you, to make you submit?”
“Yes,” you manage to eek out. The first words you’ve spoken on this planet are to agree to be some space barbarians plaything.
His hand rips the neckline of your jumpsuit, exposing your breast to the planet’s humid air. Your nipples pebble instantly as he drags his rough hand over the sensitive flesh.
The hand on your neck weaves into your hair, grabbing your ponytail and yanking your head further back until your cheek rests against his. His stubble rubs your cheek raw.
“How do you want it?” He asks.
“Rough,” You groan as his fingers pinch your nipple. You arch your back, searching for some friction as your hips lift. You want him to fuck you.
Suddenly, there’s a flash of pain and you yelp as his hand comes down hard, sharply smacking your tit.
“Can you handle rough, with all this softness?” His palms smoothes over the agitated skin of your red breast, the stinging melting into something blurred with an intense pleasure.
“Only one way to find out,” You say, with some shocking boldness. “Fuck me.”
His breath catches at your change in tone.
This is what you wanted. Your body is singing with joy. You want him to use you; You want him to fucking breed you.
You look back at the alien, and his brows are knit. A look of resolution crosses his face.
“I won’t share you,” he says before throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
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Submitting to the Alien Barbarian #11
Alien x fem reader, a dom/sub erotic short.
TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, pregnancy, overstimulation, anal play, gagging, violence and murder.
MASTER POST
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There’s a jungle that spreads out before you, so different from the dusty red steppes you’ve seen on the rest of this planet. Like a mirage or an oasis, it is teeming with life.
Alien animals swing from the heavy vines that drape over the full golden foliage. The trunks of the trees twist in ways that seem too delicate to support their massive canopies. There must be some magic behind their design for they seem sturdy.
Lost in the enchantment of this new world, you barely register the feeling of Graysi stumbling over his own feet.
It feels like time slows down as you’re forcefully thrust forward, unaffected by whatever is holding the big cat’s movement at bay The inertia speeds up your inevitable face plant into the powdery dirt.
You shut your eyes tight, waiting for impact.
There’s a tugging at your belly, and a twisting motion that has your body spinning. You feel Drohako’s warm chest at your back, his arms are circling your stomach protectively, and although the collision with the ground is abrupt, your alien mate absorbs most of the impact.
It takes a moment before you can breathe properly; the wind having been knocked out of your chest.
Once you regain some of your composure, you realize that Drohako’s arms are limp around you. You twist around, cupping the side of his cheek.
As you pull his face towards yours, blood wells from a forehead cut at the edge of his hairline. The rock underneath his head is small, but jagged.
Drohako is knocked out cold.
You panic, cursing this stupid planet for not having helmets, and put your palm against the cut. Alien blood has to clot and slow with pressure like humans, right?
As the fear of something more sinister than a temporary blackout gnaws at you, you rack your brain, attempting to piece together what transpired.
You scan the treeline, not seeing a single trace of Graysi... but when you hear him snarl directly above you, you lift your eyes higher, realizing that the giant cat is caught in some primitive looking snare.
Despite its best efforts, it can’t lift its heavy body high enough to bite through the rope that’s suspending its four paws above it.
“Did you think you’d get away from the Volkroth human? That they’re wouldn’t be safeguards against this kind of thing?” A deep voice booms from the thicket of golden leaves.
His boot crunches heavily on the underbrush as he steps into the light.
A Volkroth, smaller than Drohako but none the less intimidating, comes closer to you. The right side of his face is marred with a heinous and twisting scar.
The ruined flesh runs through one milky eye and ends at the tail of the scar, with a menacing grin.
“All this trouble for a little thing like you? Seems such a waste,” He keeps advancing toward you, and you shake your unconscious protector.
Please wake up, please Drohako...
“We’re mates, he told me. I swear he’s just trying to keep me safe!” You plead with the alien, unsure of what he plans to do with you.
His steps falter when he hears you say the word, mate.
“Mate? Not possible—you lie!” He spits, finally close enough to grab your wrist.
As he rips you from Drohako’s still unmoving body, he’s full of rage. Somehow, your plea to honor the matehood has had the opposite effect you intended.
“You’re hurting me... Drohako won’t stand for this!” You yelp, attempting to wrench your wrist from his grip.
“He won’t care much about anything anymore,” the brute laughs as he throws you over his shoulder. “In fact, maybe I’ll claim you as my own in the spawning pits—-I’ve never had something so fragile as a human before.”
The volkroth keeps running his mouth on what he’d like to do to you as you dissociate. Your mind slips back to when Drohako first held you like this. How he slung you over his shoulder at your initial meeting. The fear then only heightened your excitement.
Now, as you’re dragged from your lifeless mate, it only fills you with dread.
“We can’t just leave him here!” You yelp, kicking your feet against him.
“Don’t worry, the jirion hounds will take care of him,”
No, that’s not possible.
You run your hands over his chest, fingers searching with unhinged desperation.
“Your ‘mate’s’ body isn’t even yet cold human, and hear you are ready to be rutted again,” The volkroth laughs with his entire chest, so convinced of the fact that you’d easily give up your mate.
His laugh is cut short as you finally grab one of the many blades that the volkroth like to keep strapped to their bodies. With every bit of your strength, you forcefully drive the sharp point of the blade into the vulnerable flesh of his neck.
He gurgles as you twist the dagger, fiery blood running down your hand, the liquid sputtering from between his dark purple lips. When he falls to his knees, you regain your footing, kicking off of him as he face plants into the ground. The bastard clutches for his neck, his body slowly draining of its purple color, mewling around on the ground like the worm he is.
You can’t stop yourself as you spit on his back. His movements slow as his skin turns gray.
Good.
Only when you hear Drohako cough his way back to the realm of the living does your rage subside.
You rush to his side as he struggles to sit up.
“What happened?” He croaks, his voice so hoarse it’s almost a whisper. When he touches your hand, his brows draw together. He pulls his fingers back from yours, they’re slick with blood.
The panic spreads over his face as he wipes his your cheek frantically with his hands. “Are you hurt?”
“No, it’s okay now. Do you think you can stand?” You ask him as he continues to clean your skin.
“The blood,” his eyes are wild, “where did the blood come from?”
“Don’t worry, it’s not mine. The blood is yours and the sad excuse for a volkroth over there.”
He follows your outstretched thumb to the dead alien behind us.
“Did he hurt you?” He’s not any calmer when he unsteadily clambers to his feet.
You rush to his side, wrapping an arm around his hips, as if he would show weakness by leaning against you.
He doesn’t, of course, but instead hurries to the dead volkroth, now laying facedown in a pool of his own quickly coagulating blood and stomps on his skull with brutal force.
The sickening sound of bones cracking echoes through the air as they collide with the blood-soaked mud.
Despite having just slit the dead alien’s throat, you quickly avert your gaze from the macabre sight.
Only when Drohako wraps you up in his arms, tucking your chin against his chest, do you refocus your attention.
“Did he hurt you, mate?” He asks softly.
“No, quite the opposite,” you whisper. “He was too weak to continue his bloodline. It dies with him.”
Pride sparks behind Drohako’s eyes and he cups your blood-soaked face in his hands, he crashes his mouth against your own with a hungry, desperate, kiss.
“You are perfect,” he mutters against your ear as he breaks away.
Drohako groans as you squeeze the coil of his members through his loincloth. They pulse, hardening at your touch. You both almost just died, but there’s something about victory that makes you slick with want. Maybe you’re becoming a true volkroth mate after all.
“I will have you stuffed full of my cocks before long, but for now, we ride.”
He swiftly grabs a curved blade and hurls it towards a nearby tree trunk, the sound of metal meeting wood echoing through the air. Graysi is taken by surprise as the blade severs the fibers of the snare rope, causing him to crash heavily onto the ground with a loud thump.
The cat coughs, shaking his head a few times before stalking over to the ruined body of your attacker. Gripping his torso in his giant maw, he flings him off the path and into the thick underbrush of the forest.
With a satisfied snort, he looks back at us as if we’re the ones lollygagging.
“To the hunting cave.”
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Submitting to the Alien Barbarian #10
Alien x fem reader, a dom/sub erotic short.
TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, pregnancy, overstimulation, anal play, gagging and violence.
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At some point in the journey, you’ve fallen asleep against Drohako’s back. There’s something soothing about the padding on Graysi’s feet on the dusty ground.
Your eyes flutter open, only to be met with a landscape that falls far short of the wild, untamed beauty you were expecting.
“Drohako,” you whisper as he guides the cat to round the corner of a very austere looking building. “Where are we?”
In the dim light of the night, you let your eyes wander, taking in your surroundings. The towering structure in front of you casts a shadow that obscures the moon’s gentle glow.
“Quiet, we’re at the nesting grounds.” He slips a hand quickly over your mouth as you gasp.
The nesting grounds? Isn’t this the one fucking spot you don’t want to be?
“We need a nesting pod. Our child won’t survive for long without one,” he tells you all while keeping his hand clamped tightly shut over your lips.
Frustrated, you sink your teeth into his rough, calloused fingers with all your might.
Drohako, unaffected by your efforts, rolls his eyes, but releases his hand all the same.
“We’re a team asshole,” you mutter. “You tell me the plan, always.” You keep your scowl even as he dismounts the big cat and lifts you off its back like a doll.
“Fine.” the brute agrees.
“So let’s go in there and get the damn pod and then get the hell out of dodge, yeah?” You tighten the knot on your pants, cursing the fact that your attire is far from practical. What you wouldn’t give for some fucking leggings right about now.
“Informing you of the plan is a much different request than including you in it.” His lip curls back in disbelief, as though he can’t fathom that you’re requesting to accompany him.
“So you’re just going to leave me out here? That doesn’t seem any safer!”
As you cross your arms and pout, he reaches for a dagger on his hip, carefully transferring it into your hands.
“I don’t even know how to use a knife,” you complain.
A look of surprise crosses his face as his eyebrows shoot up.
“Put the blade into any soft spot you can reach. Don’t talk you way out a conformation, I know that mouth of yours. You go for your opponent’s eyes, groin, throat. Inflict as much damage as you can and when we’re safe at the hunting cave, I’ll teach you the proper way to wield a blade.” He seems overly confident in your skills. “And Graysi will rip the throat out of an attacker well before you even realize their presence.”
You feel the presence of the enormous feline behind you, its claws tugging at the fabric of your pant leg, dragging you towards the ground. Once you’re seated, he wraps his body around you, resting his enormous head on your lap.
“I don’t like this,” you scowl up at him. “Hurry, be safe, don’t do anything stupid.”
“You worry about me for nothing. I am the strongest in my clan,” He tells you as he saunters towards a door at the far side of the wall. With a forceful swing of his sturdy leg, he kicks the door so hard that it almost breaks off its hinges.
“Don’t be a dick, don’t showoff–you have to come back to me, to us.” You place a hand on your stomach.
“Don’t be a dick, don’t show off—you have to come back to me, to us,” you whisper, placing a gentle hand on your stomach. The heaviness of your words lingers in the air. Deep within you, a tiny life is growing. In this moment, you need Drohako to understand the gravity of their actions, to realize that their choices not only affected themselves but the future within you.
In a momentary lapse, Drohako’s haughty demeanor falters, and a flicker of fear crosses his face.
Just as quickly as it faltered, the mask slide back up.
“You have my word. Now stay put.” He jabs his pointer finger in the air at you.
So you listen for once. Staying put, you trace the stripes on Graysi’s head with your fingernails as he purrs.
You count his whiskers and once you’ve done that three times in a row; it doesn’t do much do calm your anxiety. You lift his hulking head as the cat grumbles and you shift the direction your legs are going. The adjustment just leaves your thigh full of pins and needles, and you try to flex your foot to get the blood pumping again.
Annoyed by your incessant squirming, Graysi places a heavy paw on your leg, demanding stillness.
“You’re a moose,” you huff as you shove his leg to the side.
Petting his yellow fur, you continue to wait, your eyes locked on the open door.
But with all this waiting comes thoughts, and bad ones. This plan doesn’t seem well thought out enough. It seems really risky. Why wouldn’t you wait to do this?
A ball forms in the pit of your stomach.
What if Drohako doesn’t come back?
You have little time to spiral into your own thoughts as a bright flash and heat pours out of the door.
Your breath catches in your throat as you see a charred Drohako, arms wrapped tightly around some kind of plastic pod, come flying through the doorway.
His body hits the ground with a crack, and you can actually hear the wind knocked from his chest.
Graysi scrambles to stand, his claw pushing deeply into your skin. The rush of adrenaline as you hurry to his side masks the pain, making it feel dull and distant.
As you roll him onto his side, his eyes remain closed, giving no hint of his consciousness.
“Drohako!” You yelp as you thwack him hard on the back.
His eyes shoot open as he’s sputtering, gasping for breath. When his eyes lock with yours, he coughs and sweeps you into his arms. As he gets his legs underneath him, he wobbles unsteadily. But with each bounding leap, his confidence surges.
“What the fuck happened?” You yelp as he throws you over Graysi’s back. Stuffing the egg-shaped device into the rucksack on the cat’s hips.
He swings his own leg over, mounting the beast. With a kick to its ribs, you’re off like a shot. The surrounding darkness grows as you ride into the night.
As you gallop into the darkness, you can hear the raised voices and the clank of boots. They’re after you, but they’re too slow compared to the feline to catch you.
Drohako kicks again, and Graysi pushes us even faster into the night.
“Complications caused a fucking explosion?” You demand an answer from him, turning your body as much as you can to get a better look at him as you ride.
Noticing your struggle, he quickly intervenes and flips you around. Now, facing him, your legs intertwine with his as you straddle both the cat and the alien.
“I have the nesting pod. It shouldn’t matter how it was obtained,” he grunts out.
You’re ready to yell at him again, to give him a piece of your mind, but as you brace your hand against his side, you feel wetness. When you pull your hand back, it’s covered with his black blood.
“You’re hurt!” You squeak, quickly putting your hand back to apply pressure to his wound.
“It is nothing.” He blinks rapidly as the dust from the cat’s paws flies into the air.
You jab a finger close to the wound. You shouldn’t—It’s cruel. His body recoils at your touch.
“Nothing?” You parrot back to him. “You get us to that cave as fast as you can!” you tell him before wrapping your other arm around his torso and burying your face against his wooly chest.
“I thought you didn’t know how to stab,” he winces as you reapply pressure.
“Shut up,” you tell him as tear fall from your eyes.
I’m angry, so why the fuck am I crying?
What started as a casual arrangement for rough sex has grown into a connection that goes beyond physical intimacy. You haven’t wanted to admit it before, but the constant knot in your stomach and the racing thoughts are forcing you to confront the undeniable fear of losing him.
You know what this emotion is.
“I love you, idiot.”
“You’re a warrior, whether you admit it or not,” he says, putting his free arm around your waist, pulling you closer.
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Submitting to the Alien Barbarian #12
Alien x fem reader, a dom/sub erotic short.
TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, pregnancy, overstimulation, anal play, gagging, violence and murder.
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The entrance to the hunting cave is nearly invisible. Golden vines twine over the leather door flap, nearly obscuring it from view.
Sweat drips off your brow. The humidity of the jungle is so different from the dusty deserts of this planet. You find it hard to believe these two eco systems exist so close to each other.
Drohako removes the saddle bag from Graysi and sets them near the rocky wall of the cave.
Pushing through the saffron colored brush, you notice the sweat on your arms mingling with the blood of the fallen alien attacker.
You took someone’s life, extinguishing it in a single act. A full fucking grown Volkroth warrior.
And he fucking deserved it.
You think about your life before, how you wouldn’t be able to do what you had just done.
But things are different now. You love an alien barbarian, you’re carrying his child, and you’ve run away from what little civilization exists on this planet.
You should feel worse about murdering someone, shouldn’t you?
Drohako’s hand caresses along the messy skin of your arm.
“Your first kill?” He questions, although you can tell that he already knows the answer when you nod. “You are strong, you protected your family—wear his blood with honor.”
Our family.
You push your way through the overgrowth on the door and into the cave.
As the leather flap snaps free from the grasping vines, dirt sprays and you cough, your lungs assaulted by the dust.
The hunting cave is even more primitive than you expected. Unlike where you’ve fled from, there are no comforts. No furs line the sleeping space, the fire pit is tiny, and a thick layer of dust coats everything.
“You don’t get to do much hunting, do you?” You ask with a sarcastic smile.
“Hunting seasons are short, especially in spawning years,” he shrugs, pushing past you.
Drohako removes the incubation pod from his satchel as if it was the most fragile thing in the world. His thick fingers struggling to hold the tech just barely bigger than a gallon of milk.
“Hard to think you were ever that small,” you sigh as you flop down and pat your slightly swollen belly. “I feel like I can’t even feel him in there, you know?”
A panicked look flashes across his purple face.
“I mean, he’s in there, but I thought it would feel different—like a parasite.” Your alien frowns, and you get that your choice of words has you sounding less than enthused.
“What I mean is, it doesn’t feel wrong—it feels natural, like it was meant to be.”
When you look back up at my mate’s face, you can see his gaze soften.
“It’s fate,” He tells you. “Come, the pod needs a blood sample to activate.”
He reaches his scarred hand out to you, pulling you to standing. When he taps a button along the incubation pod’s side, a robotic arm pops out.
“It’s strange Volkroth’s births are so high tech, aren’t it? Because, well,” You gesture broadly to your surroundings. The primitive cave isn’t really where you would expect the Volkroth to live after seeing this little space age orb of white metal and glass.
“We choose to live in the ways of our ancestors—but we’ve adapted to breed without female Volkroth, and it’s mostly thanks to this tech,” He keepings talking even after the little robot arm pokes your finger with a quickly appearing needle.
“Ouch!” you yelp, as Drohako grabs your hand to prevent it from recoiling from the machine.
“Still, it’ll be over in a second,” he mutters as he watches the collection tube meet the small droplet of blood welling on your fingertip. With a whoosh, the machine sucks the sanguine fluid away.
As the blood enters the pod, it glows with an orange light. The intensity pulsing like a heartbeat.
“Done. That wasn’t so bad, now was it my tiny warrior?” His face is filled with pride as he stares down at your still blood covered body.
“Well, no, but—“ he interrupts your words by sucking your finger into his mouth, his rough tongue licking the needle’s wound.
“I promise you pleasure earlier,” he growls as my finger drops from his lips. The sound of his voice is making your pussy quickly slicker, as if on his command.
When you feel his hand go lower, skirting the hem of your wrap. You grab his wrist.
“Stop.”
Maybe you’re still full of adrenaline from the attack, or maybe this feeling has always been under the surface–but you want to be in control for the first time in your life.
“Mate?” His body is frozen, maybe shocked by your command.
“I think I’d like to call the shots this time,” you whisper to your barbarian.
“That’s new,” Drohako cocks an eyebrow. The muscles of his body relax slightly, but his eyes bored into you with a new intensity. “So, what do you want?”
“I want you to listen, but don’t worry–you’ll enjoy yourself if you do. Will you be a good boy for me?”
His pupils dilate and he looks like he can taste colors as he looks at you with hooded eyes.
“If that’s what my mates wants, a good boy is what she’ll get.”
“I need something comfortable to lie down on,” you say with an unpracticed coolness that surprises you both.
Drohako swiftly steps past you, pushing the leather flap out of his way, as he grabs the saddle bags from outside. Once back indoors, he kicks some dead leaves and twigs away, clearing a spot on the dirt floor.
He looks at you with a pleased smile as he unrolls a few of the thick yellow furs from your former home.
“This will do.” You shrug off your makeshift clothing, already feeling one hundred percent better than before. There’s something so natural about wearing nothing at all around Drohako that makes your heart sing.
His gaze on your naked body is that of a predator’s, hungry and all-consuming. You lay down slowly, deliberately, spreading your legs so he can take in the view.
He inhales sharply and pushes the heel of his hand down over his loincloth, onto his quickly hardening bulge.
“Who said you could touch yourself?” You drawl as my finger traces up your slick lips. “I don’t think I gave you permission.”
“I thought this was supposed to be fun,” He scowls, clenching his fists at his side. You don’t let the fact that he’s still listening to you go unnoticed.
“It will be, because the anticipation is part of the pleasure.”
Whatever’s possessed you to be so bold, you love it. Could it be that letting yourself be used like you’ve always wanted has you finding some new confidence? Have you found my power through being submissive?
You rub small circles over your clit. The blood of the fallen male mixing with your own slick–Drohako’s breath catches as he watches you work.
“I want you to want me, to feel every pang of desire.”
You twist your nipple with your free hand, not even attempting to stifle the moan that falls from your lips.
“Can I touch you, if I can’t touch myself?” His voice is needier than you’ve ever heard it before.
“Are you uncomfortable? Does my having the control cause you this agony?” You ask him, dipping your fingers into my opening—thrusting deep. “Don’t you wish it was your cock plunging inside me?”
“Is torture your idea of fun? Does our Volkroth babe fill steel your heart as a barbarian?” Despite his suffering, he smiles. His eyes hold a menacing glint.
“Seeing you squirm is fucking delicious, a reward all in itself.” You pick up your pace, throbbing need ebbs through your core. “Ask me for what you want,” you moan.
Drohako licks his lips, stepping closer.
“I want to taste you,” he growls.
“Then crawl and beg me for the honor. Prove to me you want it.”
Drohako, the mighty alien warrior that he is, drops to his knees with a thud. He rakes his nails over the dirt floor, pushing his glorious ass high. Each scrape of his fingers over the ground sends shivers up my spine.
When he finally reaches you, he presses his lips against your trembling skin, worshipping every inch of you with fervent kisses. You moan in ecstasy as he continues to worship at the altar of your pleasure. His tongue laps up your honey, teetering you on the edge of bliss.
You're both consumed by our primal desires, oblivious to the world around you, fueled by an insatiable hunger for each other’s bodies.
“Make me come, mate,” you hiss as you buck your hips, threading your fingers through his coarse hair and wrapping around his horns.
Drohako probes his fingers into you, spreading you wide with his hands alone. When he sucks on your clit, your core pulses sharply and you shatter.
Your legs attempt the snap shut over his ears, but he pushes them open. His tongue is unrelenting.
“Stop!” your voice is hoarse as you yell.
Despite his history of loving your overstimulation, he does. With just one word from you, he immediately ceases his ministrations. He’s under your command, afterall.
“You’ve done such a good job, you deserve a reward—”
“Serving you, mate, is enough.” He pulls himself until his strong jaw rests on your stomach. His face glistens with your juices.
He brings his hand to either side of your hips, kissing the small swell on your stomach. He stares adoringly at the pooch, and the promise that lies within.
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Submitting to the Alien Barbarian #9
Alien x fem reader, a dom/sub erotic short.
TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, pregnancy, overstimulation, anal play, gagging and violence.
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Paying no attention to the stinging sensation in your ear, you hastily gather as much food as the leather bag can accommodate. Once the offputting extraterrestrial jerky is nearly spilling out the top, you sling it around your body.
Your naked body.
“Drohako,” you say gently, understanding that your alien barbarian needs a bit of coddling right now.
“Yes? He asks while strapping what appears to be fifty blades across his chest. The holster of knives gleaming in the cave’s firelight.
"So, just hear me out—shouldn’t I have clothes if we’re leaving?” The reality that you’ve been naked this entire time really hadn’t set in. I mean, he hasn’t left you much room to breathe between orgasms, let alone be worried about your modesty.
Drohako cocks his head, his eyes scanning your body with a keen observation. Retreating to the pile of furs, he digs until he finds what he’s looking for. When he comes back, He’s got two articles in hand.
“Arms up, mate.”
As you do, he drapes an oversized poncho over your shoulders, engulfing your body. As soon as your head pops through, he’s already offering you a pair of worn and rugged-looking bottoms.
“You wear pants?” You arch an eyebrow, realizing you’ve never seen him in anything but the nude.
"Only while riding," he tells you as he lashes the leather cord around the waistband of the bottoms. They are equally large. Fiddling with the volume of fabric gathered around your waist, Drohako he steps away to observe his handiwork.
“I like you better naked,” he frowns, pulling on a duplicate pair of breeches as he does. The powerful muscles of his legs fill out the pants until they strain at the seams.
“Rude. I like you any way I can get you.” You drool at the thick bulge of his cocks as he laces up the front. You place your hand on his hip.
“As much as I desire to do that, we must prioritize more important tasks. If you behave, I will reward you at the hunting caves.” His eyes roll only slightly as he shakes off your touch.
“Yeah, got it. So clothes, meat, what next?”
“We hope Graysi won’t throw you, and we set up a new home cave in the wilds,” he pats the rump of the terrifyingly large space cat, which he has already told you likely won’t allow you to ride him, with a smile.
“Hope, it’s such a fun word,” sarcasm drips from your lips as you sauntering toward the pair. “You said he likes me, right? I mean, it can’t be too hard to convince him if he already likes me, can it?”
With a hunk of the jerky in your hand, you cautiously extend your arm towards the beast, watching as it sniffs the air, intrigued by the scent. When he snatches the meat from your hand, you can't help but jump in surprise. Your fingers are snatched back instinctively when you catch sight of his oversized canines, a thrill of fear rushing through you.
“Mere morsels of meat will not inspire the bond between rider and mount…it’s deeper than that,” he tells you as he grabs the big cats’ reigns. “You must earn his trust through Tolkha.”
Your translator chip struggles to keep up with the last word.
“Tolkha?” you ask, concerned once again about what your horny desires have gotten you into.
“Tolkha is a test, a challenge…You will mount Graysi, and he will attempt to throw you…but he will fail, because you are my mate. You are strong enough to carry on my bloodline.” He thumps his chest in some masculine display.
Drohako is much more sure of you than you are of them yourself. You have no desire to ride a giant bucking tiger.
That sounds like literally the last thing you want to do.
“Is this the best idea? I mean, won’t that be bad for the baby?” You put a hand over your fur covered stomach.
“Don’t be foolish mate, my bloodline will be strong enough to handle this,” he scoffs at your implication that the fetus you carry is weak.
“If you say so, big boy,” you squeak out nervously.
“Follow me,” he urges, leading you through the cave’s entrance. “We’ll be at our new home in the wilds before the moons rise.”
You follow, and your eyes struggle to adjust. Although the cave’s fires kept you out of the dark, you haven’t left the rocky home since your arrival. The blazing sun, a humidity, of the Volkroth planet blast you in the face as you go outside for the first time in weeks.
You raise your palm to shield your eyes. Drohako stands, Graysi’s holster in one hand, waiting for you.
When you finally catch back up to them, your barbarian grips you under the armpits, lifting you up.
“Grip him tighter than your cunt grips my cocks,” he whispers as your head passes his own.
“Not the time for sexy thoughts, my ass,” you mutter, more than a little terrified as you spread your legs and grab the reins from his purple hands. While keeping the strip of leather in your grip, you wrap your arms around the beast’s neck. Your thighs and toes dig into its sides.
“So what happens if he throws me off? Do we have to walk?”
“He will be given the chance to eat you if he so chooses. Hold strong mate! Your reward will be a pleasurable one,” he says almost sweetly before taking his hands off Graysi’s yellow fur and jumping back.
EAT YOU?
As soon as his hands leave the beast, you can feel the cat’s muscles tense. It’s as if everything was fine until he realized it was you that was mounted on his back.
A low hiss builds in his throat, and he crouches, his front legs low, shifting his weight to the front. You slide, but only slightly, your grip strong and true. The cat turns its long neck, and stares you directly in the eyes, his slitted pupils narrowing. Your head, tucked into the column of his throat, is only inches away from its snarling and drooling mouth.
You slam your eyes shut as he huffs loudly. His breath, akin to the trash mouth of a house cat, is hot and disgusting. You switch to breathing out of your mouth to avoid the smell. When his threatening growl doesn’t unseat you from its back, he bucks. Once at first, but the motion repeats more quickly and violently as he speeds up his motions.
He spins in a tight circle—angry snarls and hisses escaping his wet mouth.
Your arms and legs ache with effort, and you really wish he would change directions. The concentric circles he whips his body in are roiling your stomach.
“Hold tight!” Drohako’s voice settles into the edges of your hearing, through the whirling noise of wind.
The motion goes on forever. You’re sick to your stomach and don’t know how much more you can endure.
“Fucking Graysi, you like me—remember?” You yell, thinking maybe you can soothe the savage beast with just a reminder alone.
Adjusting your hold on the animal, your hand almost slips. You reach up to his fluffy ear and grab the bit of fur just underneath it, digging your nails in tightly against his skin.
Graysi stops his spinning abruptly, his neck twitching at your new hold. He leans his head toward your hand.
“What’s he doing?” You yelp, unsure if this is some part of the Tolkha, but you’re just happy the spinning has stopped.
“I…I don’t know,” you hear Drohako say.
In this momentary stillness, you move your fingers against Graysi’s neck once more. Letting your nails slide down the muscles of his throat, you scratch the giant cat’s neck.
You’re shocked as Graysi purrs.
“Is he trying to nuzzle me?” You ask Drohako incredulously. The cat’s vibration tickles your skin.
“Graysi is indeed being affectionate with you…but that’s not how Tolkha is supposed to go. You’re supposed to have your will win over his,” Drohako seems confused, but impressed.
“There’s more than one way to skin a cat—If petting this big, stinky kitty makes it stop spinning, I’ll keep doing it,” you say through gritted teeth, willing your nausea to pass.
“...Technically, it’s working.” Drohako almost seems disappointed that you’ve cuddled your way out of what is supposed to be some ultimate test.
“Yeah, great, can you um, get me down from here?” you ask him, the world for you still spinning.
Drohako rushes to your side, and lifts you gingerly from the cat, setting you right on your own two feet.
“I’ll set up our supplies bags, and you...you can wait for me to finish.” He sets to work, and starts talking about the wilds and the location of the hunting cave, but you can’t hear him.
You’re still lost in some motion sickness haze.
“...do you agree?” his voice boom back into focus.
“Sure,” you mutter before the watering in your mouth is too intense to fight any longer.
You lean over, and spill your dried meat lunch on the dusty red sands of the planet.
When you stand back up, Drohako winces.
“Are you going to do that again, or can we be on our way, human?”
“Wow, love the concern for my wellbeing,” You tell him sarcastically.
He huffs through his nostrils, and a look of disgust passes over him.
“I only ask because...” He pauses, unsure if he wants to admit something to you.
“Spit it out,” you gesture a circling motion with your hands.
“Because I am.” he scowls as the next word leaves his lips. “Sensitive to the odor. I would prefer to keep my food inside my stomach on our journey.”
“You have a sensitive stomach?” You laugh, the thought a wild one.
“It is not funny,” he pouts.
“I mean, it’s a little funny. You, a big bad barbarian volkroth, can’t handle the smell of puke?” Despite the great and dramatic escape we have planned, you can’t stop giggling at the thought of Drohako having a delicate constitution.
Before you’re able to stop your laughter, his gigantic hands set me roughly onto Graysi, before he mounts behind me.
You look up and see his scowl. “It’s okay to have, like, one weakness, you know,” You try to comfort the brooding alien through your stifled chuckling.
“It is not. The Volkroth kill the weak,” he says solemnly.
“I’m weaker than you. Do I have no place with your people, then?” You pose the question to him, realizing that if you’re staying here for good—it might need to be addressed.
“As my mate, you are my people. My son, in your belly, is our people.” Drohako wraps an arm around me, settling his hand over my womb. “He is strong because you are strong. If you were weak, you could not accept my seed. We are together. Nothing else matters.”
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Submitting to the Alien Barbarian #7
Alien x fem reader, a dom/sub erotic short.
TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, pregnancy, overstimulation, anal play, gagging and violence.
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You and Drohako have gotten into something close to a routine over the past few weeks.
When you wake, he stuffs you full of weird alien food. There must not be a polite way to decline a meal for the Volkroth because anytime you've wrinkled your nose or pushed a bite away, he refuses to accept no for an answer.
He wants you stuffed in more ways than one.
Once you finish eating, Drohako fucks and uses for hours. You can’t even keep track of how many times you’ve had to use your safe word for overstimulation alone.
The big purple alien barbarian, to his credit, listens even though he made a sour face at your refusals.
Then, once you’re spent and slick with seed, he carries you into the healing spring. The planet’s blood, as he calls it, and tends to your wounds.
There’s this dichotomy inside of him. The brute who wants nothing more than to rut you raw, and the mate who needs to make sure you’re alright.
It makes each side of your encounters all that more intense, to know that he’s capable of both.
You chew the rough textured meat, turning your head only catching him staring at you.
“Do I have something on my face?” you joke, wanting to break the tension.
“No,” he mumbles.
There’s a terse few moments where his eyes stay locked on you, something you can’t read behind his eyes.
It’s cut short when Grasyi whines, ready to be let out to hunt.
Despite its terrifying appearance, the big yellow cat has grown on you. You often wake up to him dropping some giant half dead bird at your feet. The act isn’t one you particularly enjoy, but you understand the sentiment.
“Good boy,” you wince as you kick the headless turkey sized thing off your feet.
It sits back on its muscular haunches, and pants. The feline face contorts to something almost like a smile. If a smile could be so...toothy.
“A small one today, eh?” He eyes the carcass that is anything but small to you.
Drohako loves the beast for as much as he complains about it. You witnessed some of his deep and guarded gentleness when you watched him tend to the creature’s injured paw. With careful extraction, he removed the large thorn that caused it to limp, with little reaction.
When the creature nuzzled Drohako’s face, you were in damn near shock to see him smile.
It's not a smirk or a cunning smile, but a smile filled with warmth. A smile of affection.
He walks over to the creature with a sigh and holds the flap to ‘home cave’ open.
With one firm slap of its muscular rump, he sends it off into the brutal red world that is this planet.
You take another bite of the massive bird. Drohako roasted it over a skewer earlier today, yet another of the Grasyi’s fresh kills.
“He cares for you, you know,” he tells me before sitting down next to me.
“I suppose.” I’m preoccupied with chewing through the gristle heavy meat. While I have no complaints about the alien dick here, the food leaves much to be desired.
“Think he’d ever let me ride him?” I ponder, remembering the few times I’ve seen Drohako ride him to fetch water or supplies.
“The bond between a Grasyi and rider is a spirtual one, I don’t think it’s possible,” he frowns at your request.
“Even though I’m your ‘mate’?” You ask, wiggling your fingers in the air as if the word mate is magic.
The corner of his mouth ticks up in amusement.
“That, I’m unsure of. The last volkroth mated pair was long before I was even born,” He says, a bit more wistfully than I expect.
“What happened to them, the mates?”
“The female Volkroth?” He muses. “They died out, we adapted. We’re lucky our young gestate outside a womb, otherwise my species would be doomed.”
“So you’re telling me that every Volkroth female just…died?” I’m so confused about how that would even be possible.
“Yes, fewer and fewer females were born until there were none left. Then the males whose seed refused to take in other species lines died too,” He tells me quietly, trying to look unaffected by information he’s conveying. “The spawning pits were a necessity, to breed females, and to introduce genetic diversity. It’s the only way we could continue the volkroth way of life.”
“And you mated me, some human from a space station that’s a glorified hunk of space junk?”
I’m flabbergasted. What would make me so special?
“You’re the first human I’ve ever seen in the pits,” his voice deepens as he puts his huge square hand on your thigh. The muscles of your body instantly stiffen, the anticipation of what’s coming quickly heating your core to liquid magma.
“I think I knew what you were when I saw you in the dirt, eyes wide and wet,” he whispers, leaning closer to you.
"Knew what?" You ask, almost salivating with anticipation. He has your body trained to crave his touch.
“That you were different, you were a worthy opponent...you were mine,” he growls, clasping the column of your throat.
Your eyes roll back as he squeezes the sides of your neck. He pulls you forward against the fur hides you sit on. His body swivels over your own and suddenly your face down. His thick limbs are caging you in.
There’s a flame lit shadow spreading out on the floor in front of you. Drohako’s a silhouette is one of pure power. It gives the illusion of some ripped shadow demon dancing with the crackling fire.
“Mine to do with as I please, to fill every hole as I wish too,” you hear a squelching noise as he speaks, then something slick and warm being slathered in the cleft of your ass.
“Drohako...” you warn, “I’ve never put something there before, let alone something as big as you,” you’re nervous at the thought of him fucking your ass with his monster cock.
“You have your safe word,” he mutters as he works the tip of his finger past your tight ring.
“Oh okay,” you breathe, adjusting to the new nerve sensations that he’s found.
“I don’t want to put both my cocks inside your tight hole,” he growls, "just one, so I save the other for your sweet cunt." He acts like it’s no big deal. But just one of his cocks is still the most massive thing you’ve ever had inside of you.
“Fuck Drohako,” you press your hips back, and he slides further inside, the muscles of your ass resist as he breeches it deeper.
“I want to stuff you full,” he says, adding a second finger slowly inside your backdoor. His other hand finds your clit, stroking it with long, firm strokes. The pleasure he creates at the apex of your legs has things feeling more relaxed around back. You breathe deep, willing your body to accept the fingers he’s feeding into you.
It feels...better than you thought it would. It’s an entirely unfamiliar sensation than when he fucks your pussy, but not a bad one. The sensations grow more pleasurable with each passing second.
“I’ll stretch this taut bud until it’s good and ready for my cock. It’ll fit,” he says confidently. “You’re made for me, you’re my mate,” He tells you before pumping his hand more roughly. Spreading his fingers wide, stretching you further before a third finger works past your subconscious resistance.
There’s a burn, but you like it.
Drohako raises your ass up and notches his shaft at your pussy’s entrance.
He is not gentle with this familiar hole, and you don’t think you’d want him to be. He slams deep, grunting with the effort it takes to keep his other cock from entering the promised land as well.
You claw at the dirt as the combination of his fingers on you clit, inside your ass, and his thick manhood buried deep in your pussy is fucking decadent.
He throbs inside you and your channel clenches.
“I will not go slowly. I need to fill you completely,” he groans with about as much warning as you’re liable to get from him.
You are unprepared for the feeling of him stuffing your ass. He has you arching your back like a cat at the burning stretch of his cock. A reflexive hiss leaving your lips.
Drohako, savoring the tightness of you around him, stills his hips as he rakes his hands down the skin of your back.
“Made for me,” he growls as he withdraws both cocks nearly completely before slamming himself home again, all while furiously working your clit.
As he fills you, the air leaves your chest in one big hiss.
“Drohako,” you sob, unable to parse the current of sensation that’s running through you.
Deeply, he dives back in. You can feel the dual friction of both sides of the thin strip of flesh that separates your channels. Having his cock pounding into your ass makes the shaft in your pussy grind against your g-spot. The impact has you curling your toes.
“So tight, so perfect. Choke my cocks,” his voice huffs ruthlessly.
You’re being fucked into a gasping silence as your face is pushed against the ground. Your nerves fire at all once, the intensity of which is almost too much.
You’re clenching your ass tightly as you feel the thrum of approaching oblivion.
The slap of his heavy balls against your cheeks as he picks up his pace.
You feel yourself draw up tightly, and with a final flick of your clit you come apart into a seizing storm of pleasure.
“Fuck!” Drohako growls, releasing your clit only to grab you by the hips. He lifts you off the ground as he bounces you on his cocks, one hand pressing hard on the small of your belly while he uses the other to grab you by the throat.
“Do it,” you choke out, “empty yourself into me,” you’re sobbing, his pounding pushing your orgasm further. The edges of your senses fuzz and blur.
You feel the cock in your ass fire first, pumping thick loads into the uncharted territory. The throbbing shaft in your pussy is quick to follow, and the staggered sensation of both dicks exploding inside you is enough to push you over the edge again.
You shake, as he places you face down on the ground again. His cocks futilely search for each other. They seek to knot like they do in your pussy, but their division just lets them probe deeper. They hit new pleasure centers you’ve never imagined before.
There’s a suction as both of his shafts leave you. Your ass gapes, and both holes drip with hot cum as he does.
“Good girl,” he tells you, stuffing a thick knuckle at the entrance of your pussy.
You’re a mewling, wiggling. Words lost to some snapping pleasure.
“So good for me, so tight and greedy for my cocks,” he coos, laying it on thicker than normal.
He’s softer when he needs to be, you remind yourself. Gentle even, for a barbarian.
You don’t hate it.
He gathers you up, slipping both your bodies into the warm planet’s blood. You’re not even sure you need it, despite the new experience today.
Drohako made sure your ass could take him. He took his time. But as the warm waters wash over, you don’t mind the comfort they provide.
He cradles your body as you let your eyes close, trying to ride the wave of endorphins as long as possible.
BEEP.
You snap your eyes open. The digital noise is distinctly out of place in this primitive setting.
“What was that?” You look up to Drohako’s forlorn face. His hand cups your cheek, a finger straying to trace your ear.
“You’re pregnant, you’ll be retrieved to go to the nesting grounds soon,” his eyes shimmered with some unspoken pain.
You raise your hand up, feeling the metal cuff. It was punched into your cartilage before your arrival. A safety measure, they said.
You forgot about the tracking device.
BEEP.
It sounds again, shrill and sharp. An orange light flashes from it, casting a sickly glow on the purple face above you.
“Do we go now?” you ask him, your expression dazed.
“They will come for you,” he says, his voice cracking.
“I...We knew this time would come,” you say, nervous about the next step in your journey.
“They will not take you from me,” he growls, gripping you even tighter.
“Drohako,” you pry at his hand as his nails bite into your skin, “calm down. I’ll be back,” you tell him, cupping a hand to his cheek.
“You will not, they will ship you to a different spawning pit in the name of genetic diversity,” the barbarian’s breathing is becoming frantic."I will kill anyone who dares to take you from me," He drags us from the pool quickly, grabbing one of the many blades stashed through the cave.
“Come and you shall meet death!” he screams toward the entrance.
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