Rig Runner

"You're beating inside me like a heart, I can feel every twitch. You can't hide anything from me. I wonder what will break first, your resolve or your bones?"

She slid up his shaft again, then impaled herself, coming down on him hard enough to bruise. She kept it up, finding a slow, heavy pace as she fucked him into the floor. Her abdominal muscles bulged and flexed as she moved, her massive breasts bouncing in rhythm with her thrusts, her flesh clapping against his as droplets of moisture that might have been sweat or shower water rained down on him from her dark skin.

The bathroom was steamy from the hot water that still cascaded from the shower head, it sounded a million miles away to Eriksen as he watched the giant alien bounce on top of him. She almost looked like she was dancing, her wet body shining beneath the bathroom's lights, breasts swaying and hips rolling as she moved. He didn't know how his human member compared to those of her own kind, but she seemed to be enjoying herself, her cruel expression softening a little as their coupling grew more frantic. He felt the ache that she had described, a soreness in his battered loins that seemed to reach to the core of his being, but it was a satisfying ache that amplified his senses and made the wracking pleasure all the sweeter in comparison.

His thoughts were muddled, he didn't know what to feel. All he could do was reel as her ceaseless motions knocked his thoughts around in his head like pinballs. The pleasure was overwhelming, harsh and pitiless, but it drowned him in a sea of euphoria that set every inch of skin aflame with sensation. He wanted desperately to break free of his bonds and reach up, not to strike her or push her away, but to run his hands over her satin skin and to trace the contours of her figure with his fingers. Love and hate, pleasure and pain, it was all becoming a confused tangle.

Was this what she meant when she said that she was going to break him? Was this what it felt like? He had to keep it together, he had to resist her. She was a tyrant, and he couldn't afford to be at her mercy. But like a tiny raft floating on a stormy ocean, he could do nothing but ride the waves.

Nazka started to thrust even harder, her pace remaining constant but the force of her blows increasing, his member scouring her narrow passage as she squeezed her muscles around it with all the fine control of a hand. There was so much suction, as if she was trying to draw out his emission through that alone. Eriksen was unable to suppress his gasps and groans as her slippery flesh caressed the exposed head of his cock. He was going so deep, and she was scraping his rigid erection against her walls as if trying to satisfy some terrible itch.

"What do you think of me?" Nazka panted, not missing a stride as she ground her hips against him. "Do your own women pale in comparison? Is there a taboo associated with interspecies sex in your culture, does it humiliate you? That would be delicious..."

She was like a machine, tireless and vigorous even as she mocked him.

"You want to taste my skin, you want to bury your face in my cleavage and breathe in my scent. I can see it in your eyes. But I won't let you, I'm going to fuck you right here on the floor, because your place is beneath me." She grinned as she felt him flex inside her, her muscular tunnel wringing him as she chuckled.

"Oh, I felt you swell inside me, was there something about that sentence that you liked?" She leaned down closer so that she could whisper in his ear, her hot breath washing over him as she gyrated on his member.

"I love the face you make when you're trying to hide how hot you are for me...yeah, that's the one. I saw it when I made you fill my hand with your seed back in the kitchen, and when my juices were dripping from your face after I forced you to get me off. You look at me like you hate me, yet you're as hard as a fucking rock. I can feel the hot blood flowing through your cock. I can smell the pheromones in your sweat. I can see where you're looking, your body is already giving itself to me so why don't you stop resisting and do the same?"

"You don't know humans very well," he replied, trying to keep his voice from wavering as she subjected him to her barbarous attentions. "The fact that you want it so badly, that it would make you happy, means that I'll die long before I give you the satisfaction. I'd cut my own throat if I thought that it would spite you."

She cut off his bitter laugh with an especially hard thrust, his eyes rolling back into his head as his spine rose from the tiles in response, and she cocked her head at him curiously.

"When a Borealan loses a fight they stop resisting, the arousal lasts a while longer but once the confrontation is over it starts to fade. We get maybe ten, fifteen minutes of sex that would probably split a human in two, but the bloodlust only lasts so long." She closed her eyes as if recalling some old memory, Eriksen struggling to keep his attention on what she was saying as she crushed him against the floor, pleasant shivers crawling up his spine with every stroke.

"There's nothing quite like being torn up by a male who weighs twice what you do. You know what my first sexual experience was? I had my eye on this one guy who used to load cargo at the docks near where I grew up, he had arms as large as you are, and scars all over his chest from dominance fights." She bit her lip as she remembered him, Eriksen confused and wondering where she was going with her story. She took a minute to catch her breath as she bobbed on his shaft, her steely thighs pressing around him, the hard muscle beneath her delicate fat digging into his hips. "When I came of age I walked right up to him and cut him straight across the belly, dug my claws in deep just to get his attention. He lifted me clear off the ground, threw me over a nearby crate and fucked me so hard that I could scarcely stumble home when he was done. I must have come a dozen times in the space of the ten minutes it took him to lose interest."

She rose on his shaft and then lowered herself more slowly this time, savoring the sensation of his member dragging against her tunnel, sparks of pleasure dancing in Eriksen's brain as she continued to speak.

"That's about how long it lasts for us. Even when you make a point of pissing someone off, the lust and the anger fade. But you, Eriksen, you just keep pushing. You reach the point where even the most ambitious Borealan would realize that they've lost, and you keep going. You've been dragging out that lust and anger for two fuckin' days and you show no sign of stopping."

She slowed and brought her face down close so that her pink nose was almost touching his.

"I've never been so turned on in my life, certainly not for this long. It's like a sickness or a fever, and it almost scares me."

Eriksen wanted to protest, to tell her how fucking crazy she sounded, how twisted her view of sexuality was. But he couldn't muster the strength. It was as if her insides were wringing him of his willpower, sapping his strength as her damp flesh scraped against his skin. If she were to release his arms now and free him from her iron grip, would he try to fight her off, or would his primal urges betray him and cause him to sink his hands into those otherworldly breasts? Was there even any point in fighting this war that he couldn't hope to ever win? Maybe he should just enjoy it and resume his fight when it was over...

No, he wasn't going to give her an inch, not on his life.

She saw the flash of determination in his eyes, and he felt her shudder, a powerful tremor rolling through her body and translating into his member to make him wince. She began to move again, rocking her wide hips back and forth, her thighs gripping him ever tighter as if she was trying to crush the life out of him. She was like a force of nature, vigorous and immovable, there was nothing that he could do besides lie beneath her with his throbbing erection lodged deep inside her as her relentless pace drove them both towards an inevitable climax.

His staggered breaths seem to sync with her thrusts, as if he could only take a lungful of air when she fell back down to drive him into her warm depths, their bodies moving as one in their throes of passion despite the animosity of their conscious minds.

"Damn it Nazka," Eriksen muttered, his face contorted as he tried to resist the welling pleasure that coursed through his beleaguered body. "Slow down, you're...it's too much."

She gazed down at him with her damp hair falling across one eye, her dark body shining with moisture and sweat, and she released his wrists from her hands in order to plant them to either side of his head as she fucked him. She wasn't faring much better than him, overcome with arousal, her gaze unfocused and her eyelids fluttering.

"No way," she panted, "endure it. If you come before I do I'll...I'll..."

Her voice seemed to fail her, cracking as she drove him against her slick walls, Eriksen sinking his fingers into the fur on her forearms for purchase. She grinned, seeing that once released, he made no attempt to escape her.

Everything was so wet. Their sweat, saliva, her juices. The moisture in the air and the water on the tiles beneath him. Hot and slippery, so many sensations mingling and blending until they were hard for his mind to distinguish. His hips were bruised where she drove him into the deck with the force of her pounding, the bite on his neck still hurt, miscellaneous cuts and scrapes stung his skin. But the pleasure drowned it all out, his body pushing off the tile to meet her downward thrusts, slamming together with an audible clap that made his cheeks flush with embarrassment. He was sore, but he wanted more, the ache wasn't enough. He could sense a monumental orgasm creeping up on him, and he needed it desperately.

She was doing it again, forcing him to come for her own amusement, delighting in his indignation as she left him trembling on the floor. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction but his body craved release, and he couldn't deny her vigor and skill. He had never felt anything like this before, the fine control that she had over her muscles and the cruel pace of their coupling, the body that would have been the envy of any human woman. It was like standing on a beach and trying to stop the tide.

He was starting to crack. She could see and feel it, the way that his body moved beneath her as he matched her pace and the way that he tried to cover his red face with his arms in an attempt to conceal his pleasure.

She leaned down and took a handful of his hair, tugging at it to hold him still, Eriksen flinching as she pressed her lips against his neck. He didn't know whether she would kiss or bite, the prospect sending his senses into a kind of nervous overdrive, the gentle crawl of her lips on his skin as loud as an orchestra in his head. He struggled and writhed beneath her, but she only closed her thighs around him harder, her tail still coiled around his legs to keep him still. She pulled his hair with a harsh tug that made him let slip a low cry of muddled pleasure and discomfort as he squirmed in her grasp. She mouthed and licked at his throat, nipping him with her teeth to keep him on his toes.

Eriksen was melting into a puddle, Nazka whittling away at his resolve, tingling pleasure coursing through his body as if his spine had been hooked up to a battery. She slid her tongue from his shoulder to his ear, leaving a trail of warm drool, then pinched it in her sharp teeth. She whispered softly, her breath coming in sharp gasps and her hanging breasts bouncing as her chest rose and fell, the ruthless sex dragging on.

"What if I just said fuck the cargo and decided to take you as my plunder?" She pushed the tip of her tongue into his ear, feeling him buck beneath her. "There are other freighters to hit, more cargo to steal, but you're one of a kind. You'd be like my pet, I'd love to pass you around when I find a new crew and watch what they'd do to you. Would you like that? You'd be at the bottom of the pack, a toy for anyone to play with..."

She bit his neck, not hard enough to scar this time but enough to get his attention.

"You need psychological help," he spat, and she rewarded him with a hard squeeze of her pelvic floor muscles that sent him reeling.

"You keep calling me crazy, but you're as hot as I am. You swell and throb when I whisper these things in your ear. Your body already belongs to me, your mind just needs to get with the program."

She resumed her mouthing and licking, pressing her lips against his jugular, dragging her rough tongue across his flesh to make him shiver. He didn't even know what was happening to him, there was a pressure inside him that made him feel as if he might explode. He was an unbreakable object, and she was an immovable obstacle. The two of them were smashing together, the forces at play threatening to tear his sanity asunder and make him as crazy as she was.

She took his wrists in her hands again and pinned him to the damp floor, slamming into him harder and faster than ever, reaching a crescendo as her powerful contractions and tremors betrayed her mounting pleasure. She came down on him like a jackhammer, Eriksen unable to stifle his unbecoming moans as her narrow passage wrung him, flesh like wet satin caressing his tender cock as her brutal muscles quivered and milked it in rolling waves. She liked it harsh and deep, burying him to the hilt, the obscene sounds of it audible even over her rumbling growl.

He loosed a pained groan as she drew his orgasm from him, his resistance futile as his erection spasmed and lurched inside her. Nazka tensed as she felt a wad of his hot come splash against her most intimate reaches. She was like an animal consumed by a primal desire to mate, her passage squeezing and sucking as if to force more of it from him, grinding her hips as she tried to fuck his ejaculate deeper inside her. Again and again, his body gave in to her as thick ropes of his semen were wrung from his body, Eriksen unsure of whether his own burning muscles or Nazka's unforgiving loins were doing the work.

The pleasure was intolerable, raw and intense, and she stopped her thrusting to settle on top of him as she pressed his pulsing erection as deep as it would go and her long tongue lolled from her mouth.

"Give me everything," she hissed, "pump your surrender into me. I want to feel it in my guts."

He was unable to refuse, lost in his euphoria. It just kept coming, and every fresh ejaculation made his muscles ache as if he had been running a marathon.

She came too, her insides undulating as she let slip a guttural snarl, her sharp teeth bared as Eriksen watched her abs flex as her sweat dripped down them. Before he knew what was happening she had lifted him off the floor and had buried his face between her breasts, the yielding globes pressing around his face as she hugged him against her quaking body.

She squeezed the air out of his lungs with her strong arms, even her orgasm seemingly evolved to torment her mate, aftershocks tearing through Eriksen's body like electric shocks as his aching balls gave her all that they could. He went limp, breathing in the scent of her wet skin, tasting her sweat on his tongue as her breasts enveloped his head and his exhausted body hung in her arms. He felt her claws dig into his back, rousing him from his stupor, and he let her cushiony bust muffle his exclamation of discomfort.

He realized that his arms were attempting to wrap around her, her body too large for them to meet around her ribs, his fingers gliding over her damp body as she shivered and crooned. Her breathing eventually became more regular, and the violent contractions inside her tight tunnel abated, the two of them clinging to each other for a brief moment. For a second they seemed to forget where they were, a warmth spreading through his body, their hold on one another gentle and tender as the pair recovered from their shared climax.

Nazka seemed to come to her senses, releasing him to fall to the floor unceremoniously, his member still lodged inside her as she straddled him. She caught her breath, composing herself, Eriksen glaring up at her through his afterglow.

"I guess you toughed it out, impressive for a little human. I've beaten down males far larger and stronger than you who came faster. You're-"

"Don't say it," Eriksen grumbled, knowing what was coming next. She smirked and lowered her face so that it was an inch from his.

"You're a good lay," she said, carefully enunciating every word.

She lifted off him, and Eriksen felt one last twinge of pleasure as he slid out of her slick tunnel, the mess that they had made together sloughing down his shaft as it leaked from between her sodden thighs. She stood over him, her hands on her hips, and then gestured towards the shower cubicle with her head.

"Pick yourself up. Now I have to start my shower over, you made this mess so you can clean it up."

He crossed his arms defiantly as he lay on the wet tiles, but she coiled her long tail around him, lifting him with ease and depositing him on his feet. He wobbled as he got his balance and Nazka walked back to the cubicle, disappearing behind the misted glass. She waited for a moment then her arm emerged, her furry finger beckoning to him.

"Don't make me ask you a second time."

Resigned, Eriksen made his way across the room, realizing how sore he was from their brutal coupling. He felt like he had been in a damned street fight. He stepped into the shower, squeezing past Nazka's bulk, the cascading water spraying him as it bounced off her. There wasn't a lot of room despite it being a large cubicle by human standards, and he found himself sandwiched between the glass and Nazka's enormous body.

"I don't read human very well, you like to use such decorative and stylized fonts. What does this bottle say?"

She thrust a bottle of shampoo into his hands, the label stipulated that it was anti-dandruff with an apple scent. He had grabbed it from the general store at the last station he had docked at with little thought.

"It's called English," he grumbled, "and it says shampoo. It's a product for washing hair."

"It'll do," she said, sitting heavily on the floor and crossing her legs. She almost knocked Eriksen over, taking up nearly all of the space and leaving him clutching the bottle, her head now at about chest height to him. He stared at her as the water poured down her muscular back and one of her ears flicked with irritation.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Wash my hair."

"I'm not your goddamned barber," he exclaimed, "do it yourself!"

"That's not how this works. I'm your Alpha, as my subordinate you're expected to help groom me. I don't look this good without a lot of maintenance, you know."

"I'm not your fucking servant."

"How is this any more demeaning than eating me out? Besides, you'll get to lay hands on me. Hasn't that been what you've wanted since the day I arrived? I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention, so go ahead, think of it as a reward for showing me a good time."

Better to just do it rather than trying to argue with her, it wasn't the most degrading thing that she had made him do so far. With any luck, he could be back in his bed in a half hour, nursing his new bruises in a locked cabin that gave him some semblance of privacy.

He upended the bottle and poured a copious amount of the gelatinous contents onto her large head, then set it down on the tiles, delving his fingers into her blonde mop and starting to work it deeper. He had never bathed with any of his previous partners, but he knew what to do well enough, he had visited barbers in the past. The shampoo began to turn into a white foam, and he ran his fingers over her scalp as he spread it around. Her hair was silky and voluminous in a way that made it feel closer to fur than human hair. She seemed pleased, her posture becoming more relaxed, and she leaned back a little to make it easier for him.