Beast in the Cage: A Scifi Alien Romance

thing: it was her doing it to me.
She began to rise but I didn’t want the sensation to end.
I placed my hands on her head and led her gently back to my balls.
She jerked me off faster and harder.
When I took my hands away, she kept at it.
My balls had never been so grateful.
My breathing became heavy and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
She must have sensed my cock stiffening and my balls growing tighter.
“I’m going to come,” I said.
I expected her to let go, for her to let me finish myself off.
Instead, she kept her hand moving.
I grunted as she took me over the edge and I spurted.
I shut my eyes and groaned as she emptied me of every drop.
I hadn’t cared where my come went but she did.
She guided me over her breasts and it was still there when I opened my eyes.
She smiled up at me with a mischievous look in her eye.
“Did I do good?”
“You did very, very good.”
I helped her to her feet and kissed her on the lips.
It was full and passionate and hungry.
I wanted more.
I guided her into the water so she could wash herself off.
I looked upon this sexy little minx and wondered what I’d gotten myself into.
I rubbed her breasts the way I had in my fantasies and she offered no resistance.
I slipped my hand down to her opening and rubbed her there too.
She placed a hand on my arm and kissed me on the lips.
“Later. We’ve got plenty of time.”
Not long enough for my liking, I thought. Not long enough.
I finished drying myself off with a ragged towel and paused. My nostrils flared at the smell of Ivy’s cooking.
A blowjob and a hot meal. What more could a guy ask for?
I wrapped the towel around my waist and stepped into my cell.
Ivy stood at the stove, stirring a pot.
She’d put on one of my T-shirts. It was far too big for her and reached the middle of her thighs.
I couldn’t stop staring at her bare legs.
In an instant, I was hard as a rock.
“What did you make?”
I’d never heard of a Prize cooking a meal before.
Usually, they only performed… different actions.
I approached her from behind and wrapped my arms around her and felt her naked body underneath.
I sniffed the base of her neck. Damn, did she smell good.
I loved that I could embrace her the way I wanted and there was no longer a feeling of awkwardness between us.
“It’s nothing much,” Ivy said.
“I didn’t know I had enough ingredients for a meal.”
“Barely. But I made do. Do you have a bigger spoon than this?”
“Sure, I have one.”
I tugged my towel off and let it fall to the floor. I placed my cock against her ass and ground against her.
Ivy groaned breathily as I reached up and pinched her nipples in both my hands.
My cock slid between her legs, but not yet inside her.
I just wanted her to feel me.
“Get… Get dressed,” she said. “The meal… will be done in a minute.”
I reached in through the hole in the top of my T-shirt she wore and grasped a handful of her breast.
I turned her face to me and kissed her with plenty of tongue. She reciprocated.
She wiggled her hips side to side, grinding against me.
“The meal will get cold,” Ivy said, her eyes shut and enjoying the sensation.
“Let it.”
I lifted her T-shirt to expose her ass and placed my cock against her opening, already slick for me.
Then she turned to me and admonished me with a wagging finger.
“Dinner first.”
“And then dessert?”
Her eyes glinted.
“As much as you can handle.”
I kissed her once more and parted.
My head swam with lust as I crossed to my wardrobe and put some clothes on.
I dropped my towel in the laundry basket.
“Would you like something to drink? I only have water.”
I wished I had a drinks cabinet or something else to offer her besides water.
“Sounds great,” she said, switching off the stove and bringing the saucepan over to two empty bowls on the dining table.
She poured a little into one bowl and the rest into the bigger one. It was a stew and consisted of mixed vegetables and whatever meat I had in the refrigerator.
“I hope you don’t mind me wearing some of your clothes,” she said.
Was she kidding? She was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“It’s fine.”
She added a plate with a hunk of bread on it and placed it between us.
We took a seat on either side of the table.
That throbbing golden light I felt deep inside me was gyrating a rhythmic dance now.
Suddenly, the cell didn’t feel like a cell anymore. It felt like… a home?
I recalled the handful of memories I had from when I was young.
One was a small room filled with toys and a green garden outside.
Now that I was there with Ivy in my presence, I recalled that same warm feeling I did right now.
This was what a home looked like.
A nice meal, a beautiful girl… and the desire to tear her clothes from her body and consume her…
She watched me nervously as I reached for the bread. It was rock hard but softened when I dipped it in the soup.
It could have tasted like sludge and it still would have been the most delicious meal I ever had.
“How is it?” she said.
“Really good.”
“Good.”
We slurped on our food and watched each other while we emptied our bowls.
“What’s it like to fight in the pit?” Ivy said. “I’ve seen the fights on the screens but it must be a different experience when you’re actually there.”
“It depends on who I’m fighting. If it’s a bad guy who I know deserves a pounding, I let him have it. I don’t feel guilty at all. But when it’s someone I know is there even though he’s innocent… It’s a little more difficult.”
“I heard some rumors that you’re innocent. You’re not here because you committed a crime.”
I was surprised anyone talked about me. Especially when it was accurate.
“Where did you hear that?”
“The other girls. They