Pandora Stewart
His horns twisted from his scalp, longer and thicker than the horns of Uraz, the guards or Uraz’s sons. Damir stepped closer to me, his tail dragging behind him like an anaconda’s, slinking through the dirt in my enclosure. When he got closer to me, I could smell his musk. Through my terror, his potent pheromonal scent reached my nostrils. I gasped and pressed my back and butt cheeks against the glass.
“I need clothing,” I demanded, my cheeks flushing as he kept approaching me.
“I agree. It isn’t right for females to be uncovered.”
A plume of steam rose from his nose as if he were disgusted with me. The gall of him!
“It isn’t right for males to kidnap females.”
He chuckled, a low growl in his throat that exposed predator canines. His eyes fixed on me as if he could see right through me and see the effect his pheromones had on me. That was impossible of course. But I couldn’t help but fear that his green eyes could see right through me.
“Right. And you expect me to free you. To give 95,000 credits of my own out of the goodness of my spirit.”
Hearing it out loud, I realized how ridiculous it sounded. There was no way anyone would do such a thing. Not a human, not an alien. Damir smiled. His smile caught me off guard. My heart fluttered in my chest. That was fear, wasn’t it? I ignored the warmth spreading through my tummy.
“You really mustn’t be afraid,” Damir growled, “I find it distracting.”
“Distracting? You’re edging closer to me and it makes me…”
“Don’t —“
“What’s happening? What are you doing to me?” I gasped, a flush rising across my throat and cheeks.
“We cannot stop the process unless you stop this fear. Close your eyes. Allow it to dissipate. Please, listen to me before it’s too late.”
His voice was stern, commanding and oddly sonorous. I scoffed.
“I’m your captive!”
“Not mine. You belong to Uraz.”
“Not yours… yet,” I gulped. Damir’s gaze met mine again and he raised an eyebrow curiously.
Why had I said that out loud? He inched closer to me and terror leapt to my throat. He growled frustratedly again.
“Stop it… The effect you’re having on me is too intense.”
“I’m not doing anything!” I whimpered, “It’s you…”
“It’s both of us. But it’s not possible. You are not even Taurean.”
He backed away from me then in a last ditch effort to stop the hormonal process that had already begun and as he moved further away, the smell of his musk grew fainter. It wasn’t enough.
The smell filled the room and it was growing stronger. He was cinnamon and apples and then he was fresh baked oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. Then he was… a man… the scent of skin after sex… the scent of chocolate sauce dribbling down your chest… the taste of strawberries on your bottom lips.
“What the hell is happening!?” I gasped, struggling for breath while trying to ignore Damir’s scents filling the room around me.
“Firuza…” he growled, “She’s tricked me. She’s tricked both of us.”
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s beginning, and neither of us can stop it.”
“Can’t you just get out of here? Leave! Go away!”
His tail swished in the dirt. He moved closer to me so he was only inches away and his scent filled my nose. The smell of dirt after rain… freshly clipped grass… our mulched garden… hot coffee on a fall morning… I pressed my hand out to his chest, keeping him at arm’s length. I could feel heartbeats pulsing quick beneath my fingers and his scales through his tunic.
“You’re blocking my way,” he hissed, a plume of steam exiting his nostrils.
The steam carried his scent deeper into my lungs and I turned to my left and right, realizing that what he’d said was true. I hadn’t noticed myself moving but now I blocked his only exit and my hand pressed to his chest and he kept staring at me with a crazed look in his eyes. My hair fell away from my chest. I had to pretend to myself I didn’t know what it meant.
“I… I can’t move.”
“Can’t move, or don’t want too?”
There was that cocky eyebrow again. I pressed a second hand to his chest.
“Explain what’s happening to me,” I whispered through shallow breaths, “Explain before I explode.”
He reached for a few strands of my black hair and pushed them behind my ear.
“We are mating,” he whispered.
“No! No!”
I pushed his chest but he was larger than me and solid as concrete. Damir didn’t move a muscle. I pushed him again and he remained still. I beat my fists into his chest but he didn’t respond, except for the smirk that crept along his green, reptilian cheeks. His eyes kept me captive in a predatory gaze.
“You can stop me if you want to,” Damir said, his breath as shallow as mine, “But you won’t. Once the female initiates my release of pheromones she becomes smitten.”
“No…”
“Don’t be disappointed. This proves that Firuza was right.”
“How?!”
My heart was racing so fast now and I could barely hear him. All I could smell was his musk with its ever-changing delicious scent profile and my desire for him heightened.
“A being that is not sentient cannot initiate this process. It’s encoded in our biology very deeply. She told me that she had proof you were sentient, but I never thought she meant this.”
I stepped closer to him. I expected him to be warmer. My skin blazed compared to his. I reached for the rope on his tunic and Damir raised his eyebrows.
“You’re an eager one, aren’t you?”
I stopped but Damir encouraged me.
“Go on. There’s nothing stopping this now.”
“The glass…” I whispered as my hand reached for his tunic again.
“Firuza assured us privacy,” he murmured, “Now I know the real reason why.”
His large hand swooped in, clutching my waist close. The claws at the tip of his fingers dug into me slightly, just enough to pinch but not hard enough to break flesh.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen?” I whispered, as the tunic fell from his shoulders and exposed his body.
Predators. I’d understood from watching their vile meal sessions that Taureans were predators. His body was the perfect hunter’s body, every inch sculpted muscle and then his large tail swooping behind him to offer him balance and a weapon in a pinch. His tail rose from the ground and slammed back down.
“I must taste you,” he whispered.
He grabbed my cheeks and raised me up off the ground so he could kiss me. I squealed, clawing at his forearms until he set me down.
“What?”
“You can’t just pick me up by my head!”
I smacked at his forearms. They were solid. I don’t think I hurt him at all.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
He grabbed my waist and picked me up again, slamming me against the glass and then kissing me — for real. His claws dug into my hips slightly and those claws incited my arousal as my legs wrapped instinctively around his torso.
“Your legs are warm,” he murmured.
His scaly armor was as smooth as glass but strong as steel. My fingers grasped the ridges on his shoulders as he pressed me against the glass wall and kissed me. His tongue was longer than I expected and as he pressed it deep into my mouth, I found myself succumbing to his lust and widening my jaw to accommodate him. His fans hovered close to my soft flesh, but he was gentle, and avoided puncturing my skin with his sharp predator’s teeth.
The moisture from my muff pressed against his trousers. My nipples stood at attention and if I were acting in the least bit rationally, I would have been mortified at the idea that this creature that had seen me naked and exposed like this was engaging me in a mating ritual — an alien mating ritual. As he kissed me, my desire for him only grew stronger and I flicked my hair out of my face and ran my hands along the length of his horns. He moaned as I stroked the thick shaft of his horns.
“Ohhh,” he murmured, “Do that again.”
I stroked the length again.
“Your hands are so warm,” he murmured.
The trader sounded gentle, different from the arrogant giant who had lumbered into my enclosure moments before. I stroked his horns and he groaned again.
“Why should I find you so arousing?” He murmured between kisses.
I would have liked an answer to that question myself. His shaggy black hair twisted between my fingers as I stroked it. He smelled like licorice now and candy.
“What happens now?” I asked.
“I must have you.”
He reached for his pants. I reckoned it was the same process as it was for regular men. He released his grasp on my waist and lowered me to the ground. He untied his pants and allowed them to drop down from his hips to the ground. The Taurean trader stood naked before me, his hearts pulsing through his flesh and his scaled plating glimmering in the dim light of my enclosure. I looked down between his legs and gasped.
His staff erupted from a small muff of black pubic hair so fine it looked like feathers and his member curved upward. At over ten inches long, I couldn’t help but marvel at the thing — and the green color that was slightly darker at the base and lightened up until the tip.
While the full length was relatively smooth, patterns of ridged protrusions led up to the proud cock head, which was pointed like the tip of a flame and flicked back and forth with the dexterity of a human tongue. The underside was covered in thick plating, as smooth and hard as the scales on his shoulders and obliques.
“Are you ready?” He breathed, a plume of steam erupting from his face. He was releasing more steam with each breath, and the glass enclosure filled with a thick steam fog.
“Yes,” I whispered, “Although I don’t know how you’ll fit it…”
“You are small… but mighty,” he murmured, hoisting me off the ground again and pressing me up against the wall as I squealed.
He pressed the tip up against my entrance and just the tip began to flick across my slightly parted lips as if it were a tongue. He closed his eyes and I followed suit, exhaling slowly and settling into the sensation of his cock’s head flicking across my lips, stroking them slowly and parting the wet slit just enough so my juices which had been building in quantity could drip out down my thigh and down the tip.
“Will it hurt?”
“Does it hurt now?” He whispered.
More steam surrounded me, my hair was damp and stuck to my back and neck. My chest heaved and the pleasure between my legs mounted.
“No,” I replied, “It doesn’t hurt at all.”
The tip of his cock head parted my lips and I shuddered as he slipped just the head of the scaly green member inside me. The flicking tip moved faster, stimulating the nerves right at my entrance. I moaned and dug my heels into Damir’s imposing torso. His scales shifted beneath my touch and his softer flesh grew warmer to the touch as his hearts’ rate increased to match my own.
My nails dug into his chest as he slid inside me another inch and the ribbing rubbed against the slick walls of my dampness. I shuddered as his hardness stretched me wide around him. He clutched me tighter, his claws digging into me a little deeper as he stretched me open inch by inch. I was so little and he pressed me up against his giant torso. He exhaled another plume of steam from his nostrils and his lips parted to reveal the sharp canines inside. I ran my hands through his hair, parting the silky black strands and clutching at his warrior’s locks.
A shiver of fear surged through me. He groaned and slid inside me another inch. My nipples stiffened and a surge of pleasure danced down my spine as he plunged the rest of his reptilian cock between my dripping thighs. The ribbing and the scaled ribs on the underside of his hardness eased his cock’s entrance and sent shudders of pleasure through me. I gripped the hardened plates on Damir’s shoulder, desperate for him to thrust into me, hoping that this wasn’t over. Not yet.
I moaned and he began to thrust into me, deep and slow. His hips moved with an intense, practiced rhythm, as if his knowledge of how fast or slow to go was instinctive. He grunted and thrust deep and as my deepest folds gripped his dick, the tip of his head flicked slowly back and forth, stimulating new depths to my fleshy pinkness.
“Ohhhhhhh!” I moaned as his cock licked the inside of my wetness like an ice-cream cone. The ribbing on his member vibrated against my insides, drawing me to an immediate climax. I screamed and threw my head back, pressing it against the glass wall. As he pumped between my legs, steam erupted from his lips, hotter than a sauna. The plumes tickled my neck and I lost control with a climax that stiffened my legs around his torso and forced me to draw him into me deeper.
The tip of his cock flicked faster and stimulated an urgent release of juices. I ran my hands through his hair as he thrust into me and as his thick black strands caught between my eager fingers, I pressed my lips to his, initiating a kiss and plunging my tongue down his throat.
Damir growled once I grew more aggressive with my kisses and he lifted me off the wall, bouncing me on his hardness and sending waves of intense orgasm flowing through me. I threw my head back and his tongue trailed from my lips down my neck as my back arched and he ran his tongue over my nipples. Steam followed his tongue and water droplets clung to sensitive parts of my flesh. Damir flicked and rolled his long tongue around my breasts while he bounced me on his member and I cried out, moaning as my wetness clamped harder and harder around his perfect ribbed cock.
He was huge, but he fit without pain and the thick ribbed green staff between his legs brought me intense pleasure unlike anything I’d experienced. Damir grunted, his black hair sticking to his neck much like mine. I raised my arms up as he thrust into me and touched his horns, running my hand along the length.
A guttural purr sounded deep in his throat and his hardness stiffened between my legs. My pleasure intensified as he thrust into me nice and slow. I ran my hands over his horns again, the firm ridging in my palms cool to the touch. Water droplets hung around his horns and he shook his hair like a barbarian lover as he plunged deeper into me.
He had me back against the glass again. I’d climaxed so many times that my thighs and cheeks flushed a deep mulberry. Damir had been quiet aside from grunts and moans but he pushed my hair out of my face and whispered, “When are you finished?”
“I… I don’t know. I can keep going…”
“You climax more than once?”
“Y-yes…” I whimpered, another climax taking over me. I shook in his arms and Damir cradled me, rocking me slowly up and down the length of his shaft.
His breathing was shallow and his hearts’ rate slowed. I wrapped my arms around his neck again, allowing my forearms to rest on his plated scales. He grabbed my hips and grunted, “Let me mate you…”
“O-okay…” I whispered.
He grunted and I felt a jet of fluid shooting out between my legs. Damir’s face took on a satisfied, euphoric look and I felt the member between my legs shudder as another pump of fluid soaked my inner walls. He was finishing inside me. He cradled me until a third and fourth pump of fluid soaked between my legs. Dribbles of his hot clear seed dripped down my leg. The tip of his dick flicked up and down, painting my walls with his seed as he pulled out. I shuddered and clamped my legs around him.
That final flicking of his dick head made me want to hold onto him forever. Damir chuckled and pushed hair out of my face.
“You’ll have to let go.”
We were both euphoric — inappropriately euphoric considering we’d started this encounter as strangers. He didn’t feel like a stranger now though. Damir pulled me off his hardness and set me on the ground as if I were weightless. I felt the thick sinew in his biceps and chest as he set me down. His tail swished back and forth through the dirt. He exhaled sharply.
“Fine. I’ll take you.”
“And the other human,” I added quickly, capitalizing on Damir’s newfound generous spirit.
He nodded and began to dress himself.
“Yes, the other one. Why do you care so much for the other human? Have you been mated?”
“No…” I folded my arms, giving Damir a puzzled look.
“You haven’t seen the other human, have you?”
“I haven’t,” he replied.
“Oh no…”
“What?”
“I thought you had. I thought… you knew.”
He grabbed my arm and pulled me in, kissing my forehead with tenderness that didn’t match his intimidating physique.
“What is it, tell me,” he murmured, pushing hair out of my face.
“He’s my son,” I blurted out.
Damir’s expression changed, his ridged brows rising and then settling into a scowl.
“Uraz was trying to trick me.”
“I had no idea that you didn’t know.”
“You had no idea, but someone else did,” he grumbled.
Even with the translator, I could hear the frustrated clicking in his throat. Damir ran his hands through his hair one last time and his scowl grew more intense. I bit my lower lip, hoping I hadn’t screwed things up too badly by throwing Firuza under the bus.
Dressed, Damir stormed off toward the cage entrance.
“Wait, Damir. Don’t you think we should talk about this?”
“We’re out of time for talking. Now, I must act.”
He turned heel and disappeared into the darkness. I drew my hair in front of my breasts, covering them again and wiping Damir’s seed off my thighs with a large leaf from the tree I slept beneath each night.
