Alien Desire by Hannah Haze

Chapter eighteen - Tor

Days morph into weeks.

I spend my time fucking the Omega.

I am obsessed with her cunt, her sex, her tits, her arse. I can’t leave her alone. And I never want to.

I should be working to upgrade the computer and get us home. But I’m beginning to wonder if I want to be rescued. If I want to be pulled from this blissful dream.

Because when I wake up from this, then what? I let her go? She returns to her own planet and me to mine? I can’t do that. She is mine. My Omega. She belongs to me. In my chambers, in my bed, on her hands and knees with my cock buried deep inside her cunt. This must be the reason an Alpha has a knot, to keep his Omega’s sex locked to his.

But would a life locked away on Astia slowly kill her spirit?

I don’t know.

I think she is beginning to accept her position as my Omega. Before I fucked her that first time, she promised she was mine. And she responds more readily to my commands now, not fighting her instincts, but parting her legs whenever I instruct.

And I demand it frequently, as often as I can, as constantly as I think her little body can bear. And she never complains.

At dinner I won’t let her eat until I’ve had her.

“Bend over, Omega, and give me your cunt,” I tell her.

“Yes, Alpha,” she whimpers, folding herself over the tabletop and shimming down her clothes so that her bare backside and the folds of her sex are presented to me.

I stroke the globes of her arse, admiring the silky warmth of her flesh, something I will never tire of, getting her all warmed up for me until I see the glimmer of her wetness at her hole. Without warning I thrust my fingers into her, loving the squeal of surprise she rewards me with and the wet squelch of her sex. She is tight at first but relaxes around my fingers as I massage her walls, and soon her channel is quivering around my digits and her legs are shaking.

She comes on my fingers, still arching and moaning as I withdraw them and replace them with my tongue, grazing my teeth against her arsehole as I suck all of her sex into my mouth. She has no time to descend. I like to keep her whimpering, dizzy and needy. I like to keep her so high on ecstasy she has no chance of ever withdrawing. I like my face filthy and dripping with her juice.

She comes again on my mouth, her little button pulsating against my lower lip and her walls clenching around my tongue.

And then it’s time for my cock, hard and ready for her, already dribbling in anticipation. I whip it from my trousers and into her while she’s still surfing the wave of her second orgasm, basking at the way she sucks up my cock.

I pound into her. Her body knocking against the table, her hands scrabbling to find purchase. I grab a handful of her auburn hair, dragging her head backward, arching her spine, forcing her to take me. And when she comes this time around my cock, I follow her, pumping her full of my seed.

We fill our time with other things too. We play chess and I teach her more of the Gryton language. On days when the sun shines, we go out onto the ice, racing together on the bike, or trekking to new parts of the planet, the pet bounding in front of us leading the way.

In the evenings, we curl up together and she tells the computer to play her peculiar songs that are stored on the system.

I pretend to tinker at the computer with no real conviction. I am trying my best to delay our rescue and lengthen our time together. Put off the inevitable where we must make decisions about our future.

She in turn goes about her routine of logging our stores and checking the equipment.

But ultimately it is not long until I’m back inside her.

When we play our usual game of chess, the ripe scent of her and the warmth of her skin so close is too tantalising.

“Come sit on my cock, Omega,” I tell her and gladly she climbs into my lap, kneeling over me and lowering herself onto my waiting hardness. She rotates her hips and I tug at her clothes, freeing her breasts so I can watch them jiggle about as she moves. The gliding motion of my cock inside her soon has her a sopping, gabbling mess. She can barely support herself, moaning and mewling like the needy little Omega she is. Hungry for more of my seed.

I grip her waist and bounce her up and down, not stopping even when she is coming, even when I know it’s too much for her to bear. Too fucking good. I like to take her right to the edge of her limit. To squeeze every last orgasm out of her little body, her beautiful cunt.

Even in the evening my insatiable appetite for her does not diminish. And neither does my stamina.

I roll her towards me and kiss every inch of her flesh and she does mine. We make our way down each other’s bodies until I lie between her legs and she mine. I lap at her sex as she sucks at my cock.

But I am proficient at this now, skilled. Soon her sucks are sloppy and irregular as she loses herself to the pleasure I coax from her clit. Then I draw her back into my arms and fuck her slowly, languidly, holding her tight, showing her just how much I worship her.

“We could stay here forever. Never leave,” I whisper to her drowsily, half drunk from my orgasm.

“Hmmm,” she sighs, nestling into the crook of my arm. “That sounds nice but the food won’t last forever. Besides, I have been trapped on this planet for too long. It’s time to leave. I think I want to go explore the universe with you. I want to be out there having adventures but only if you’re with me. ”

“Yes.”

“Yes?” She lifts her head to peer at me.

“Yes. I want that too.” The ways of Astia are not for the likes of Emma. I won’t see her miserable and lonely like my mother. I will not take her there. But I cannot be parted from her either. I cannot go home alone. We will have to forge our own way, find somewhere we can belong. “I will send for a ship for us and we will set forth on our adventure.”

She grins. “No more trying to persuade me to come to Astia?”

“We won’t go to Astia. We’ll find some other place.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

She strokes my cheek. “Thank you.”

We drift into bliss together, falling asleep locked and tangled together, in agreement that we will always be together.

This is a dream. A perfect, blissful dream.

I don’t want to wake up.

But dreams end.

They always end.