Beast in the Cage: A Scifi Alien Romance

drooling mouth.
I rolled my shoulders and neck. The bones crunched as they snapped back into place.
I must have sustained an injury I wasn’t even aware of, but it was back to normal now.
Almost back to normal.
I made a fist and slammed it against the tiled wall.
Why did I bring her here? Why did I think it was a good idea?
Stupid, stupid, stupid!
It would only create whispers and rumors. I heard them already as we weaved through the hallways to my cell.
The Beast has made a claim! The Beast has taken a mate!
And they would all want a piece of her.
After they thought I was done with her, at least.
No one would take the risk otherwise.
I leaned my forehead against the tiles and let the water run down my back.
My shoulders felt a little stiff so I wrenched them, popping them back into their sockets.
I didn’t feel it. Pain became background noise after a while.
I shut my eyes and saw her there.
The Prize.
I didn’t even know her name.
She stood there, naked as the day she was born. Ready for me to use however I saw fit.
She had a body that deserved to be used and enjoyed.
I’d lost track of myself and that light that burned brightly deep inside me took over.
I was across the room and touching her before I even knew it.
Her skin was so smooth, her body so ripe and ready for plucking…
I touched each part of her in turn, savoring the meal to come…
And when I looked into her eyes, I didn’t see that unrepentant, uncowed force I saw in her eyes at the Prize Pool.
I didn’t see her strength.
I saw her weakness.
I couldn’t do what my instincts were begging me to.
Not with that look in her eye.
I was revolted. Not with her, but at the way I made her feel. She thought she had to be here, had to act the way I wished her to act.
That was when I pulled back from her and got in the shower.
That was why I never chose from the Pool.
They were every bit a slave as I was.
Still, my senses were full of her.
Her delicious smell and the feel of her body in my hands.
She was a stunning creature, one I needed to make mine…
I reached for the tap to turn the shower off, to march back in the room and take her. And there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to stop me.
But I hesitated.
Once again, I was revolted with myself.
I kept the water lashing down. Maybe if I stayed underneath it long enough, it would wipe away the evil thoughts too.
I had to get her out of my system or I would bury myself inside her before the night was over.
I could send her away, but no, I didn’t want to do that.
The madam would think she displeased me somehow and punish the girl.
It wasn’t her fault.
I took myself in hand and shut my eyes.
I rubbed myself as I pictured her nubile body beneath my hands.
I flicked her hard nipples and lowered my lips to them, licking and sucking.
In my imagination, they tasted like honey.
Then, she was in the shower with me, both our bodies wet and urgent.
I would press her body against the wall, lift her, and slide inside her.
Deep.
She would cling to me, her arms draped around my shoulders, her legs tucked over my hips and under my ass, encouraging me to fuck her harder, deeper, and grind inside her until she tightened around my cock and pulsed powerfully as I thrust mercilessly into her.
I never would have even glanced in the girl’s direction if it wasn’t for her friend stamping her foot and making that noise.
I turned and noticed her right away.
She was smiling, and in this place, that was rare enough.
Soft light played across her face and the soft body beneath the sheer dress that hid nothing.
In that tiny sliver of an instant, I felt something deep inside myself that I hadn’t felt in years.
Hunger.
Not the physical kind—I was always hungry in this place as they never gave us enough food—but the deep yearning to be inside her, a deep understanding that I needed to take her for my own.
The other girls were attractive as far as it went, but there was something special about this one.
Something I longed for.
It was partly to discover what it was that I chose her.
The madam followed me, surprised I was taking a closer look at her wares.
I’d never shown much interest before.
Not until now.
The girl was small and maintained that distant, faraway look on her face as I drew up to her.
As if she wasn’t here but somewhere else.
Where? I wondered.
Then she noticed the other girls had snapped to attention.
She hastily turned to see what the commotion was.
Her eyes latched onto mine.
And that was it.
She had slain me with just a look.
It lasted for the briefest of moments, but it was there.
The effect was instant.
A flare of light burst inside me like a newborn star, its loving glow filling me with a warmth I had never felt before.
There were many questions in my life.
Who was I? Where did I come from? How would my future play out?
And right then, I felt like a part of that might be answered.
The feeling was ancient.
I wanted her.
No, it was more than that.
I needed her.
I reached orgasm fast.
I was relieved I hadn’t had sex with her. I wouldn’t have lasted long if this was any indication!
I removed the showerhead to wash my come from the wall.
I picked up the soap and began to scrub myself, relieved I could relax in her presence and enjoy the rest of the evening.
I came out of the shower and paused in drying my hair when I found her lying in the bed.
My bed.
She lay with her back facing me, still wearing her sheer dress.
She was virtually naked in there.
I could slip under the covers and just as easily slip inside her…
I shook my head of the thoughts and images running rampant.
I finished drying off