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Rhet’cik sauntered down the aisle. His sharp eyes noted the frail creatures curling themselves into the darkened corners of their cages. Their terror marked the air with an ambrosial aroma as he loped by. The timid aliens retreated further toward the rear corners of their cells, desperate to avoid his gaze. Seeing them squirm exhilarated him.
They thought their cages protected them.
His tusks curled in amusement, watching them cower.
How wrong they were in their primitive ignorance.
The predator could easily admire the palettes of scrumptious plum and dusky indigo blooms that painted their fragile bodies under the bright artificial lights hanging from the ceiling. Their skin tenderized to become colorful canvasses of succulent agony. The keeper’s violent artistry was put on display for potential buyers. A buffet of delicious misery that Rhet’cik happily gorged himself on as he eyed the latest lot up for purchase. The newest collection, plucked from their backwater homeworld.
His cock threatened to burst free of his sheath as he paused at a cage, kneeling until he was at eye level with the small creature curled within. Large, mossy green eyes briefly locked on him before darting away, shuttered behind thin, veiny eyelids. Her head tilted away from him defiantly. The predator admired the alien’s nude, petite body, which looked beautiful, with fresh burgundy blooms decorating her milky skin.
Rhet’cik slid his fingers into the hatchwork of holes woven into the walls of the metal cage and rattled it. His tongue eagerly lavished in the fresh burst of fright that left the creature as she whimpered in her cramped prison.
“This one,” Rhet’cik announced to the slaver. He rose to his feet and purred excitedly, eager to get his fix.
The shopkeeper bowed deeply, “Excellent choice, Elder.”
Rhet’cik narrowed his eyes at the smaller male, swiping his gauntlet over the data pad. With his payment accepted, the clerk entered a code into the lock. The mechanism preventing it from falling popped open with a click, releasing the cage and allowing the peddler to easily set it on a hover cart.
“Will that be all today?” the male shopkeeper asked, glancing from the cage to the rest of his inventory.
“Yes.”
“Very well, then. If you need a replacement, I have a new shipment coming in two sols.”
He grunted and abruptly led the cart out of the shop. Thanks to his urgent stride, his walk through the market was quick. Almost half an hour later, Rhet’cik returned to his ship and headed to his next destination.
Having ditched the hover cart at the market, Rhet’cik dragged the cage noisily to his bed chamber, his body shivering deliciously with anticipation. The cage groaned against the metal floor until he settled it on the plush rug that decorated it, a stark white pelt stained red from his past conquests. His cock filled his codpiece painfully, the turgid member eager to claim his human toy.
Rhet’cik hastily shed his armor, the heavy metal pieces clattering to the floor, until he wore nothing but his codpiece. The male’s cock screamed to be released, but he wanted his toy to understand her purpose.
He rattled the metal cage with a snarl, flexing his mandibles wide for his slave to see. Mossy green eyes locked on him with trepidation, a sob leaving her ugly mouth. Her fear billowing into the room wet his tongue, the hunter salivating to take what was his. Hissing at her only increased the terror in his little slave.
The small female retreated to the farthest corner of her cage. Seeing her try to hide only aroused him further.
Rhet’cik input the code to unlock the cage, opening the door wide enough to reach inside. His slave screeched as he dragged her out of the cage by her forearm. She fought, kicking and slapping his arm, but he ignored it, snickering at her pathetic attacks. The attacks didn’t hurt him—not with her puny strength.
He only wanted her more.
His alien bit him, her blunt teeth struggling to break his thick hide. A hiss left him as he yanked his hand away.
“You little…” The hunter chuckled in delight. “You are a feisty one,” Rhet’cik’s grin turned into a smirk. “Keep fighting me. Soon, you will be screaming for mercy, vz’ya.”
The hunter stalked on his hands and knees after the female as she struggled to crawl away, her terror-filled eyes rimmed with fresh tears. She dared to breach her self-imposed boundary, a delicate ivory foot kicking his forehead. His little slave hissed at him and crawled away from him even faster.
Rhet’cik grunted, surprised she hit him. He shook his head with a guttural moan, his body shivering from head to toe as electric light pulsed through his body and down to his cock.
The little female was initiating the mating ritual. Her attack was weak, but that didn’t lessen his mounting eagerness to mount her little body.
Oh, how he craved it.
Rhet’cik locked his eyes on her scurrying form and rushed forth, his claws clacking against the metal floor in his haste. A baritone snarl vibrated his throat as he caught her by the leg. His paw was massive on her joint as his claws encircled it. Under his fingers, he felt the motion of delicate bone flexing beneath the thin skin as he dragged her to the nest by the ankle.
He turned to roar at her, earning a high-pitched scream and a fresh flurry of flailing her limbs about to shake him off. Her fists frantically hit his body, desperately trying to injure him enough to free herself, but her futile attempts amused him. The hunter easily wrestled her onto the furs and quickly crawled over her. He blocked her with his arms and legs, forcing her to remain in place. Another growling snarl from him was her final warning.
Abruptly, his pet ceased her struggles. Salty liquid poured down her rosy cheeks, her chest shaking in time with her alien lacrimations as he loomed over the female.
Crying.
Rhet’cik vaguely recalled her action as crying. He had seen many humans express this strange thing. In his experience, it was accompanied by fear's juicy, sweet aroma. Her fear permeated the bed chamber with that same scent. His tusks rattled with each deep, shaking breath he took, inhaling that redolent aroma.
Beneath him, she looked so diminutive. Flattening his hand on her soft, flat belly only further highlighted their size difference.
He chittered quietly to himself, freeing his hungry cock from its tight confines. It bounced free and hung heavily between his scaly thighs, a luminous drop of pre-cum dotting the narrow tip. Hunger lanced through his engorged member as he spread her plush thighs to reveal her alien quim. Her outer lips were plump and soft, while her mons was dusted with the same dark hair that grew from her scalp.
Her scent was the strongest between her legs. The base fragrance was similar to a delicate bloom native to his home world that only grew in the cooler, rainy season. It would unfurl to reveal pastel dusty pink petals and release a light, saccharine odor. Not unlike this flower, his slave is soft and fragile, too.
She shivered beneath his wandering touch as he explored her alien vagina. Spreading her outer lips apart with his index and middle finger, he eyed her melon-pink folds. Curious trills rattled his tusks while he trailed an experimental stroke over the velvety, pliant flesh. Her cunt was so unlike a Yautja female’s, her slit devoid of the usual hardened skin on the outside, but her coaxing scent burgeoned his need.
This was the reason he had purchased the female in the first place.
Rhet’cik fisted his cock, giving the turgid flesh a few pumps as he settled himself between the female’s thighs. He longed to finally satisfy the itch that had held him in its claws for so many sols.
He moaned as he plowed into her pussy, immediately meeting resistance from her tight channel. His meaty penis stretched her tight cunt, hugging him in a velvety warm sheath. The female wailed as he worked to insert more of himself inside of her, forcing his way deeper into her unwilling hole. She attempted to push him out, her muscles clenching painfully around his member, but he growled in warning and plunged further. He ignored her pained whines, and her renewed efforts to fight him off, desperate for his pelvis to meet her fatty mons.
“Yes! Fight me!” Rhet’cik purred, shivering in delight as he worked to claim her pussy. “Hit me! I want it all, my pet. You only make me want you more!”
She didn’t understand his words, but her fists struck true as if she had. The female tossed her head back and forth as more pained vocalizations left her ugly mouth, her cheeks nearly matching the crimson of her species’s blood. Seeing her in pain and fear almost sent him into an early orgasm.
In this state, she was beautiful. A work of art. One, he could continue decorating the blank canvas of her porcelain flesh. Already, his bruising touch left new blooms of color blossoming upon her flushed body. Mauve and burgundy blossomed just under the outer layer of her skin.
Finally, Rhet’cik’s hips collided with hers. He groaned, enjoying the sensation of her narrow sheath, clenching his cock with its fluttering.
Gods, her supple body could end him.
The hunter knew he had no weaknesses but one.
His hunger for ooman cunt.
Rhet’cik’s hand engulfed her slender neck, and he applied enough pressure for her face to turn a brighter shade of crimson. He gripped her hip with his free hand to keep her steady beneath him. The sharp tips of his claws pricked her pliant flesh as he withdrew his hips ever so slowly, relishing in the tightness of her channel.
Liquid fire burned through his body when he abruptly snapped his hips forward, plunging back into her wet core. Her attacks ceased with her piercing shriek, the entire length of her small body shuddering violently. The liquid heat coursed through his nerves while he set a steady pace.
He thrust into her desperately, not caring to fuck her gentler. The jiggle of her fatty thighs clapping against his pelvis was euphoric.
This pathetic creature, so weak and ugly, quickly dragged him under with her spell. Filling her tight canal with his manhood was intensely arousing in a way that shouldn’t be so satisfying—so fulfilling. Fucking the little alien contradicted his hatred for the ooman species, but their bodies, especially their females, filled an itch that he had scratched since his first encounter with one soon after he was blooded.
What started as a curiosity quickly became an all-consuming addiction. Her unwillingness and tight cunt pricked something in his brain that hit all of the right marks. She and her species were beneath him, worthy of only being prey and kept as sexual slaves, tending to their master's or masters’ needs.
Thinking of everything he would do to his slave drove him to delve deeper, plowing her body into the furs. She clawed at the pelts, her blunt nails failing to find purchase. Her screams and cries in her primitive tongue thickened his thoughts until all he could think about was chasing his climax. That aching need was building on the anticipation.
He needed this like he needed the hunt.
It was all-encompassing and enslaved him to that base animal instinct that lay hidden in the depths of his mind. Searing heat coiled through his length as he slowly climbed that mountain. His claws sunk into her tender flesh as he growled with dark lust.
Rhet’cik’s hand snaked from her neck to tug harshly at her long, dark hair and settled his body against hers so he could reach deeper, rolling his hips to ram his cock home. The slave moaned hoarsely as he angled his hips to sate his need. Her generous fleshy mammaries bounced against his broad chest, her teats rubbing sensually against his hide as he ravaged her gushing cunt. He panted through the exertion as he chased his orgasm, urged on by her whines and conflicted moaning.
His slave howled when he sank his fangs into the thin flesh of her collarbone, growling like an animal as he held fast despite her thrashing. Hot, coppery blood coursed down his throat and wet his maw. The bands in Rhet’cik’s locs clinked noisily as his hips rocked her faster on the bed. He could feel his cock swelling, preparing to cum. His balls grew heavy-laden with seed, his sack swelling until it slapped heavily against her rounded rump.
Around his mouth, he could feel the vibrations of her shrieking. They coursed through him, right to his groin, where they flourished into thrumming waves that threatened to send him over the edge finally. Rhet’cik was drunk on exhilaration, the throbbing need flooding his cock with searing sparks. The slave’s gushing pussy squelched noisily as he pounded her into the nest. Her core hugged him so deliciously, a moist, delicious hole for him to stamp as his.
Abruptly, the female seized beneath him, her body turning rigid and tight. He was taken by surprise when her core gripped his cock in rhythmic flutters. The slave’s shrieks turned to hoarse moans that Rhet’cik felt down his body, forcing harsh snarls to come forth and instantly be muffled by the heated bloody flesh he bit into.
Her orgasm broke him.
Rhet’cik released her, withdrawing his fangs to throw his head back and roar as his orgasm raged through him. Crimson blood dripped free from his fanged maw and splattered the furs in red rain. He continued to plow her pussy, her squeezing channel milking him for his hot seed. In scorching waves, he pumped her full of his spunk as she spasmed around him.
Her cry of release quickly morphed into quiet sobs. Wet tears slickened her flushed ivory skin, and she fell still, shivering while Rhet’cik gradually brought his thrusts to a stop. His cock spurt out the last drops before he collapsed on top of his ooman slave.
She squeaked in surprise. Rhet’cik nicked his tongue with a fang and coated her ruined skin in his bright fluorescent blood, purring contentedly.
Only when she stopped bleeding did he draw back and stare down at her.
Blood painted her flesh green and red, adding more beauty and contrast. She bled more from small holes where his claws had broken through her skin. Even more cuts and scratches peppered her skin where Rhet’cik had lost himself to the dizzying fuzz of lust.
He lightly explored the new marks he decorated her body with, enamored that he was the master artist who painted this masterpiece. It was all his doing, and he felt his excitement upon seeing her bright red cunt between her thighs. The sight of her hairy mons renewed his violent need to be sheathed in her core again.
Rhet’cik had created a masterpiece and wanted to enjoy it. Again.
Her alien pussy was a poison of the flesh, able to bring him to heel and bark at command to quench the fire. His cock hardened again, filling with blood and rising to the task, ready to satisfy the aching need returning in his lower belly. A fire that urged him to grip her fatty thighs and bury his cock in one swift motion.
The slave whimpered pathetically as he began a slow and steady pace. She didn’t fight him, lying there and taking it like a good slave.
“Good female,” he purred in satisfaction, shivering with delight. “Your body belongs to me and my cock, vz’ya. There will never be a moment that you can stop me. You are weak and pathetic, but your cunt grips me so exquisitely that I must have you. I want you, little morsel.”
As Rhet’cik rode her, riding her quivering quim, he realized who the real slave was.
It was him.
He was the slave…to this feeling.
He needed this.
He needed this.
And he would happily lose himself in this mind-blowing bliss again and again.