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The smoke never stopped trailing from the ruins of the colony, not even after a whole week after hell came raining down on us.

God, we were only a small colony of a few hundred, nothing more. Just a couple hundred humans alone in the dark of space on a little moon that was just good enough for us. Thin atmosphere but just thick enough for us to breathe in the habitable air without a suit.

But we’d angered someone. We hadn’t even figured anything was wrong, not until the first explosion hit.

Screams of terror rang through the air. Pleas for mercy were cut short. God, we were just miners and farmers, not soldiers! What terrors would even lurk in space for us to fight against?

And there I was, hiding away in a storm shelter. Hiding was the wrong word at first, I was down there for fun, because I was an odd one who liked the solitude, and because it was a good place for a nap. But once the noise hit my ears I was down there hiding, too afraid to even creep up to the single window on the foundation of the building.

But when I finally got the nerve I got one look at a fierce, curved claw sticking out of a boot that looked like nothing a human could wear, and I ducked back into the darkness.

Used to love the solitude but as the screams and gunfire started to die out I found myself fearful of the eventual silence more than someone uncovering the entrance to my shelter.

And when that silence hit, three days into it, I knew just how bad it was.

Every bit of noise I’d make was deafening. I couldn’t so much as cut open a can of beans or tear open a ration packet without covering my ears and turning to the window, my heart stopping as I expected to see whatever monster was out there peering in.

But I had to eat.

And I had plenty of food and water. Could have probably lived a year down there if it weren’t for the relentless, crushing silence. The sheer fact that I was alone on a planet far from Earth and chances are I was the sole survivor.

I didn’t have any friends in the colony. I kept to myself, just doing my duties as a tech and sometimes going out into the barren wilderness to hunt lunar rats, a rodent twice the size of a capybara but with the attitude of a wolverine, for extra food to sell. They beat the taste of rations, I’ll say.

But god, I’ll say, right now I could’ve done with a few of my fellow colony members to keep myself sane.

And that’s what led me to do more than stare at the radio in the corner of the cellar. I didn’t really know how radios worked, I wasn’t that kind of tech, so I was afraid if I turned it on that one of the invaders might catch my signal and trace me. All I knew is that the headset on it could be used with the receiver and its antenna which ran along the chimney of the building, or using its own portable built-in receiver.

If there were any survivors, they’d be running their own channel.

So I turned it on. No hesitation, despite my fear.

Nothing.

Not even static.

I pinched the knob, slowly twisting it and hearing nothing but silence.

Dead silence.

I prayed, desperately hoping that I’d run across some kind of noise, an automatic signal saying what to do and how to escape; hell I’d take even a message saying just what the hell happened even if I was doomed just so I’d know where I stood.

The knob stopped. I was at the end.

I didn’t know how to change the band, it was more complicated than just an AM/FM radio. I leaned in close and squinted, trying to read the instructions pasted on the side in the dim glow of the digital numbers on the radio.

Click.

I went still. It was a noise almost like someone picking up a receiver on an old phone. I chalked it up to the isolation, I had already been hearing some phantom voices and noises in the dark and silence, so I figured this was more of the same.

But the microphone on the headset was so close to my lips.

And the chance of any other escape so slim.

“Is someone there?” I whispered.

A crackle of static responded, the first of any kind I had heard. I smiled, leaning into the microphone.

“Can you hear me?”

Click.

My heart sank for a second but then rose when the static continued despite the click. I pressed the headset up against my ears, desperately trying to hear a voice in the fog. I could hear something, something whispering in the shroud. I needed to hear it, I needed to meet a survivor!

Ssssssssss.

My skin ran cold. Though it sounded a lot like it at first, that was no static. It was an unbroken hiss, seething through the headset.

My mind went back to that thick, hooked claw I saw sticking out of the boot.

I thought of snakes, lizards, dinosaurs...

“Who...are...you?”

The voice was unusually slow and carried a digital monotone to it. Almost like it was a robot or some kind of dictation program.

A universal translator?

I tried to let that idea slip out of my brain but the paranoid, scared little boy in me couldn’t let it go.

“Survivor?”

I nodded and nearly slapped myself for my foolishness.

“Y-yeah...” I whispered.

The static went silent for just a few seconds. When it returned it carried along with it a clicking chuckle.

“The only one.”

I peered over at the window, creeping up against the wall so I couldn’t be seen if someone were out there. It was empty, nothing but the dark of night and the smouldering ruins of my home.

“This colony has been purged,” the voice suddenly grew less robotic and sounded almost human, were it not for the occasional hiss and growl. “All inhabitants have been terminated or tamed.”

Tamed. That word sent a chill down my spine and I crouched down onto the ground.

“You are the only one left.”

A hiss. A click of teeth.

“I will have you.”

My throat quivered. I didn’t even know who or what I was talking with but there was such confidence and terrible oppression in its voice that my legs went numb just hearing it talk about me like that.

“You’ve won...” I managed to squeak out, “...leave me alone.”

“No. The inhabitants have been terminated or tamed. You are neither,” the voice continued. “You are the sole inhabitant remaining, I am the sole invader remaining. You will not be tamed or terminated, you will be my prey.”

I reached under the desk the radio was on, pulling out a gun case.

“Surrender or flee, you will be mine.”

I clicked open the lock, no longer afraid being the lone noise in the silence.

“That is your fate.”

I slammed a magazine into the rifle and took as many others as I could carry in my coat pockets, along with some spare bullets.

“Do you think that little toy will save you?”

I looked over at the window. Nothing.

But that threat was enough to get me to bolt up towards the stairs, throwing the cellar doors open, and exit into what remained of my home.

The prefabricated, square homes were nothing more than rubble now. Smoke filled the air along with a few flakes of evening snow. I darted into the smoke, covering my mouth and hoping to vanish into it.

And all the while the headset was still slapped to my ears and the thing, the invader was laughing.

“I did not see you nor hear you, not until now. I am coming.”

I cursed to myself. I’d played myself right into the creature’s claws by barging out of my hiding spot like that.

My eyes stung and my lungs burned, but I kept to the smoke. I turned the microphone off but left the receiver on, I think I was more afraid of not hearing what my predator said than hearing it.

“I can taste your fear, human.”

The voice twisted into an alien growl when it said that, it was enough to make my spine curl. All of a sudden I felt like the lunar rats I had hunted before.

“Give me more. Your fear is...delectable.”

I couldn’t breathe and I was going blind from the smoke. I couldn’t last much longer in the cover.

He was lying, there was no way he could smell me in the smoke. Not even a bloodhound could.

But I couldn’t stick to it much longer.

My foot caught itself in a hole and I stumbled, barely managing to catch myself against a flagpole that against all odds still stood.

Once I’d stabilized myself, I knelt down and pushed aside a bit of rubble. A hole, I was in the middle of a crater from a bomb detonating, and it had revealed this.

I had no choice but to crawl in and it didn’t take more than a few feet before I fell headfirst into the void.

I crashed a few seconds later into concrete floor. My eyes were watering hard and all I could see was the tiny bit of light cracking in through the smoke above the hole. I slipped away from it, enveloping myself in the shadows of this unknown cellar.

“You’re not where I expected.”

I aimed my rifle towards the bit of light and held my breath.

“I expected you to submit.”

I leaned my mouth up against the microphone and whispered as low as I could.

“Did you want me to?”

“Surrender or not, you will be mine. It does not matter what you do, the inevitable will come one way or another.”

I curled my lips, focusing on the sights of my rifle.

“You seem confused.”

This had to be some kind of mind game or he was trying to track me down, but I foolishly played into it.

“Why are you doing this?”

“_Human_itarianism.”

My grip went loose on my rifle. I didn’t know what to make of that.

“What?”

“You are the last here. If I do not chase you, you will suffer. Better to be prey than to starve.”

“You’re hunting me for what, food? Sport?”

“Whatever I desire. Surrender if you wish it to come quicker.”

I held my breath and crept back another inch, still aiming my gun.

Something squished beneath me, flesh followed by bone snapping.

A body.

I yelped shrilly.

“Ha!”

I jumped to my feet the moment I heard the alien laugh and it saved my life, a bullet cracked through the cellar ceiling and slapped into a tiny canister of gasoline, which I could only now see as it caught aflame and threatened to take the entire cellar with it.

“Still alive, are you?”

Don’t reply, I told myself. It can’t see you, he’s trying to psyche you out. He shot through the earth just because you were dumb enough to react...

I caught sight of the body that made me shriek and I immediately looked away from its rotten form, forcing myself to forget it. There were bigger matters at hand, namely the fire and my hunter.

“There is no escape. Come out of your hole and face me,” the voice lowered to a hush. “You will find me kinder than you expect.”

With the flames roaring in the cellar, I looked around, ignoring the smoke and heat; desperate for a way out.

I quickly saw a vent in the wall at floor height and wasted no time prying the grate away and pushing myself in. I was once again engulfed in darkness but I was blessed by a cool breeze brushing against my face. There was a way out, there had to be.

“Do not waste your life! Face me!”

I pushed on into the darkness. My face was cold and my boots were hot, and I did whatever I could to get my feet further away from the flames even as I went blindly forward.

The air was stale. My heart went still.

No, I had felt cold air before...

Was I trapped?

The radio crackled. I could no longer hear my predator.

I had no choice but to keep going into the unknown.

Thrashing forward on my side, I shoved myself forward on the smooth metal floor. I used every bit of my energy to push myself further, slamming against the floor until there was nothing more.

And then I slid down into nothing.

And then I felt nothing.

Stars, more stars than I ever saw in the galaxy, were flashing across my sight as I woke up from nothing.

It all felt like a horrible dream at first, but when the stars started to go away and I found myself in the front of the local general store, still recognizable except for the partially caved-in ceiling.

I didn’t know how the vent took me here, but the store was at the bottom of a hill and there was enough destruction to fuck up a good deal of infrastructure, so I didn’t think too hard about it.

I had worse things to think about.

“What is your height and weight?” my predator suddenly whispered on the headset, which I now realized was still on me.

“What?” I moaned back, still groggy and not able to think straight.

“Height and weight. This is important.”

“Five foot nine and a hundred-thirty pounds.”

“Good,” the voice made a clicking noise. “You can have a ten minute time-out while I prepare.”

I looked around at the rubble around me and touched my forehead, it was slick with blood. I didn’t want to look at it on my fingers and wiped it away.

“Prepare for what?”

“Dosage.”

“What?”

“Rest. You’re going to need it.”

I sat up and grabbed my rifle, finding it just to my side. The world was spinning and I almost vomited as I checked the magazine and made sure the gun was ready.

I don’t know how long I sat there. I certainly didn’t do it because the predator told me to, the fact was I couldn’t really move.

“There!”

It was only when the predator said that, that I managed to muster my power and lurch to the side. My instincts did not fail me. A tiny spark ricocheted off a crumbled panel and I could hear a tiny shard of glass shattering.

I looked down to my right and saw a narrow syringe laying on a bed of glass.

“The fuck!?” I leaned against a wall and pushed myself up by my feet, still holding my gun.

“I needed the correct dosage to take you alive,” there was a cruel laugh on the radio. “I have decided on what to do with my prey.”

I pushed myself to the left and jumped out a window. Another hiss rang through the air and I heard the sound of metal and glass shattering behind me as I zig-zagged through the street.

“You are too...important to kill,” the voice whispered as I ran for my life. “I could have taken your life when you were unconscious, but I would have deprived the galaxy of a treasure.”

Another shot fired and I swung behind a corner of concrete and re-bar.

“I could have killed you, but I decided I want you alive.”

My chest was heavy but I swung outside my cover and fired a round blindly.

“Do you not feel your heart longing to be caught? To be taken in bindings? Do you not secretly wish to be taken and honored with the mercy of life?”

No.

“All prey wish to die but more-so they wish to be threatened with death and spared. Do you not wish to bow before me and receive my mercy?”

An unwelcome sensation hit me. A clenching in a private area.

I ignored it. The adrenaline was making me act funny.

“I can taste you,” a deep breath hissed through my headphones. “I know what you’re feeling.”

I flicked off the right headphone and concentrated.

“It’s that moment, the acceptance of what you are...that is when your scent reveals its true taste...”

I let him continue, focusing with my free ear as the chill winds rushed through the ruins.

“...I know bec-”

The moment I heard the slightest hiss of the alien’s voice caught on the wind and not on the phones, I swung around and fired at it.

A booming scream echoed through the colony and I pushed myself from out of cover, hoofing it through the smoke and mist.

The radio cut out.

I was alone.

Eventually I found a place that I thought was safe enough to hunker down in.

Must have been the second floor of a house at one point. Looked like it was hit at an angle by a bomb or something. Whatever it was, the floor was intact and there was a wall of rubble that was tall enough to provide cover but short enough for me to peer over if I needed to.

My little corner of the ruins was covered by a mostly intact steel roof that would keep the rain off me. Mix that in with the rubble blocking and windchill and I was about as comfortable as I could get.

Would have preferred to hunker down underground but if I got cornered in there, there really was no place to run.

Part of me thought I got him; the radio hadn’t so much as crackled since that horrible scream. But I knew it wouldn’t be that easy, it couldn’t be.

My stomach growled.

I hadn’t been able to get more than a candy bar in my rush, not nearly enough after all that exercise. I’d managed to get a big jug of fresh water, so at least I had that covered, but it was cold and made my empty stomach ache.

I needed a plan. Not just for food, but to escape. My predator raised a good point, if escape truly was impossible, what was the point of fighting to stay alive?

Pressing the headphones against my ears, I tried in vain to hear any trace of him. In a weird way, it was almost lonely not having his constant piping in my ears. I suppose that had to be because as much as I didn’t trust him, I did believe that I was the only human left here.

And that any escape craft had been long gone...

Wait.

Why was I taking someone hunting me at their word?

This was the first time I was really able to catch my breath. Why would I waste it taking him at his word?

Ignoring the pains in my belly, I shuffled over to the rubble and slowly began to crawl atop it. I felt carefully for broken glass and jagged steel as I crept up its slope, my heart racing the moment I made so much as a creak while climbing.

Eventually I managed to get to the peak of the pile and saw a wide-open space before me with little piles of rubble and steel where houses used to stand. Once upon a time, this house likely had nothing but their neighbors windows for a view, but now...

I could see the spaceport, such as it was for our colony. The two landing pads were still mostly flat and intact, but the lights were off. I couldn’t see if any craft were out in the open, not with the dark of night descending upon us.

There were a few hangars closed off as well and I wouldn’t be able to get to those without a dangerous trek through open area.

If my hunter was dead, then that wouldn’t be a concern, but if he was alive...

Static crackled, the hairs of my neck stood up.

“Nice shot.”

The voice seemed almost proud, a little ounce of warmth radiated from it and I couldn’t help but smile a bit.

“Where’d I get you?”

“Your bullet slipped past the gap of my shoulder-plates, piercing my arm.”

“Gonna give up now?”

“The wound is a trifle but requires rest, as do you,” the voice paused. “I call for a truce for the evening, so that we may rest and talk.”

“Talk?” I exclaimed and shook my head. “You think this is a game or something?”

“It is a hunt and the truce is for both of our needs. You are exhausted, you need sleep. I can see you’re sweating profusely, have you found a source of water?”

I froze, slowly peering to my left.

A tiny flicker in the dark, a lens reflecting from one of the stars.

I’d left my rifle down below, I was a fool.

“Hello, prey,” a slow laugh rumbled on my headphones. “I have a perfect shot lined up, so why not accept my truce? You can stay on the pile of rubble or go down into your little sleeping area, but nowhere else until morning when the chase will resume.”

“Why haven’t you shot me?”

“I could, but then you stand to collapse on that pile of sharp metal and glass, or off that building entirely. I have made it clear that I want you alive already, haven’t I?”

Squinting, I tried to get a glimpse of my hunter, but aside from the flicker of the lens and a vague silhouette on the rooftop of a building, I couldn’t see anything.

“You can see me?”

“Perfectly.”

“I’m not going to agree to a truce unless I can see you.”

“Fine.”

Something whooshed through the air and landed with a rattle at my feet. I bent down to pick it up and found it was some kind of cylinder. Spinning it around, I saw that it had a glass lens on it, it did not quite fit my eye, the shape was wrong.

I looked up and saw a campfire blazing on the rooftop where he was perched, seemingly sprouting up by magic. Placing the scope against my eye, I looked for the hunter.

“Hello, prey.”

Obsidian scales flickering against the orange flames were the first thing I spotted. Only then did I manage to truly spot the form of my hunter. I could only best describe him as a dinosaur of some kind, a raptor, but in the shape of a man. His finger claws were wrapped around his rifle, which was aimed directly at me. His muzzle’s lips parted, showing off a smile of dagger-like teeth.

I saw a bandage wrapped around his left arm, a spot of green staining it. Only then did I realize he was completely naked, spotting what appeared to be armor on the other side of the campfire.

Aside from his scales, he seemed to have a crest of feathers as dark as a crow across his scalp, giving the impression of hair.

There was something intensely beautiful about this creature. A predator who could blend in with the shadows as if he were one of them, possessing natural claws and teeth that alone I would have been helpless against.

I suddenly felt more helpless than ever but at the same time my heart was beating with an odd excitement.

“Impressed?”

“Yeah...” I couldn’t help whisper out.

“If you surrender now, we can enjoy the campfire together.”

His lips moved in a way that didn’t match the words he was saying, like he was badly dubbed over in a film.

“I’m not going to surrender.”

He smiled again.

“I’m glad to hear you have spirit in you, but there is only one way this will end.”

I thought to threaten suicide. If he was so intent on taking me alive, surely he wouldn’t want me to do that? It only took a moment to cancel that plan, I figured he might do a bit of math in his head and conclude tranquilizing me atop the rubble was less risky than letting me kill myself.

“I was not mistaken,” the raptor licked his lips and flared his nostrils, which I could barely see at this distance even with the scope. “You’re enjoying this?”

“No, I’m not,” I said honestly and firmly.

“You’re lying.”

“What would you know?”

“I know your heart skips every time I begin speaking. I know that whenever I talk about taking you alive, you shudder. I know that your hormones are going wild whenever I have you cornered and even right now, as we have a truce, they’re still going against human baseline.”

“You think you know humans?”

“We know more about your biology than you do.”

“Who are you people?”

“Your conquerors, that is all you need to know.”

“You have a name?”

“Prey do not have the right to call me by name, but you may call me-”

A chorus of hisses and some kind of choking noise came through the headphones.

“I didn’t catch that.”

“Let me try again...”

The strange noise once again reached me, but the voice began to soften as whatever translation tool he was using became to work its magic.

Eventually, after multiple tries, he managed to whisper out a word in English.

“Dominant,” he hissed. “You may call me Dominant. That is the title for captured prey to refer to their owners.”

“I’m not going to do that.”

“I will make you.”

Once again my spine tingled. I tried to suppress it, but there was no escaping the tongue of the raptor licking at the air. Though predatory, there was something sensual about it.

“And I know you will love every second of it.”

Despite the cold, the fear, and the looming predator a stone’s toss away, I managed to sleep like a log. Exhaustion will do that to you.

When I finally shook myself out of sleep, it was just barely dawn. I was relieved to find that I did not wake up beneath the crescent foot-claw of my pursuer. He kept his word, whatever that was worth.

I slipped the headset back on. It was silent.

There was no time to waste. I scrambled up the rubble, not bothering to be quiet; he knew where I was after all.

I saw the trickle of smoke from the alien’s campsite. He had left, probably not long ago.

There wasn’t much time.

I flipped the scope to my eye and looked over at the landing pad. With early morning light and the lens, I was able to catch just the slightest glimpse of a craft peeking out from one of the hanger doors. The roof was intact, it had to be in perfect condition.

Of course, I didn’t know how to fly one, let alone if it had a working cryogenic module. And fleeing back to Earth...how would I even do that?

But I didn’t have time to think about that right now. I threw the scope away, fearing it had a tracking bug on it, took my rifle in hand and slid down the rubble before vaulting over the rim of the floor, landing on the ground below.

My skin crawled. The colony was dead silent and my pursuer was not talking to me. I felt like I was being watched but still alone.

Slipping behind a column, I held my breath and looked around. Nothing but dead buildings. Even the dust had settled.

“Are you there?”

The words slipped out. I guess I was looking for some kind of acknowledgement that I was not alone, even from him.

But there was no response.

God, did I miss him?

No, it was desperation. Loneliness.

I wasn’t thinking right.

I pushed the thoughts aside and got moving. I emerged into the clearing, where what few buildings there had been were pounded into dust, not even rubble remained.

Despite the danger I felt a bit of relief being out in the open. While there was no place for me to hide, there was no place for Dominant to hide.

No, don’t call him that.

I was ready for him, watching for him to appear. I shot him once already, I could do it again.

But he didn’t.

I passed through the clearing and arrived at the landing pad.

It was still quiet.

Metal creaked, setting my nerves on edge, as I bent the bottom of the chain link fence and slipped through to the pads.

Almost there.

I ran up the steps onto the asphalt pads, my heart was racing. The hanger grew closer, I saw the edge of the ship that I spotted just past the doors.

Thank god, thank god.

Pushing past the doors, I entered the hangar.

And froze.

It was dark and dingy, but there was just enough light to showcase the ship’s strange angles and sharp wings sticking out from the sides.

This was not one of our ships.

It was a trap.

I hit the ground, shoved to the side with immense force. My shoulder exploded with pain as I scraped along the concrete, my rifle rattled out of my grip.

“Fuck!”

I reached for the rifle in vain. A sharp, curved claw stomped down on my hand, pinning it to the ground. Blood pooled up and I screamed.

“Hello, prey.”

Once the white pain faded from my eyes, I saw him standing above me. His obsidian scales glittered before me, he was completely naked. He did not even have his gun and his shoulder wound was not visible anymore.

His other foot claw slammed down onto my throat, stopping just short of piercing my skin. The outside curve of his claw pressed up against my chin, rubbing against the tip with alarming gentleness.

“You have lost.”

My muscles went limp. I could not move, not even if I forced myself to.

I had lost.

My captor lifted his claw from my throat for a moment, just so he could hook it around my headset and lift it off before kicking it off into the distance.

“You won’t need this anymore,” he said, his words still translating to English somehow.

He stomped on my chest once again, forcing my wind out.

“Earlier...” his claw continued to massage my chin while the point still threatened to piece my throat, “...you refused to call me by my title.”

“Dominant,” I craned my neck up and kissed his claw. “I am yours.”

The fight left me in a hurry. There was no escape from this place except for in his ship. There never was any hope for me.

And I was lonely.

Desperately so.

“You put up a good fight,” Dominant licked his lips and rubbed one of his claws between his thighs. There was some kind of hole there, it was hard to see with how dark his scales were. “But it was futile. You can grovel more.”

I ran my tongue along the length of his claw, licking up all the dirt and dust that had collected. It tasted slightly of metal.

“Cute,” Dominant twisted the claw jabbed into my hand, forcing me to scream once again.

I opened my mouth to beg but my predator stopped me with a poke of his claw against my throat.

“I will take you alive but I will leave my mark on you,” he leaned down, peeling back his lips to show off his fangs. “You will enjoy it.”

I will enjoy it.

I forced the pain away and made myself focus on the relief that came as it subsided. Dominant gave me the order and I would follow it.

He was my only hope now.

The only thing stopping me from starving alone on a dead planet.

“Yes, Dominant,” the name sent a shiver across my skin whenever I said it.

His claw slipped out of my hand, raking against my flesh with a crawling, ecstatic pain. Blood pooled up as the tip freed itself.

The other foot left my chest and I was lifted up by my wrist. Dominant dangled me in the air and I was forced to stare at his dark, firm chest. A firm tongue pressed up against my wound, his breath warm and moist, and he licked at my wound.

Moaning, I clutched my legs together. I couldn’t help myself, the feeling of his tongue caring for my injury tingled both my nerves and my heart.

Dominant was caring for his property.

He released my wrist and I fell but before I could hit the ground, a hand caught me by the throat and I was shoved back, slamming against the wall.

Dominant pinned me against the steel by the throat, his cold scales were like a steel collar. His black eyes glinted in the dark, blending in perfectly with his scales and the crest of feathers atop his head. A streak of red lined his lips, which he licked away with delight.

“You would have made a good meal, prey.”

His grip tightened and I could barely squeak my breath past my throat.

I found my arm raised aloft, offering up my hand, still moist with blood and thick saliva.

“No.”

With his free hand, Dominant pressed one claw against my cheek, far smaller than the deadly foot-claw, but still sharp enough to tear flesh.

“I need to leave my mark,” Dominant leaned in, snorting a breath of air in my face. “So that stealing you away will bring my wrath upon them.”

Yes. He would never let anyone take me away.

He would protect me

Keep me safe.

Not alone.

“Please, Dominant...” I whispered, prompting his grip to tighten and cut off my speech for a few seconds. My cock began to stiffen, excited by the danger my new master posed to me, “...do it...”

I moaned heavily as his claw dug into my flesh. Every inch he sliced into the first line seared with pain but my cock took over, reminding me that this mark was proof of my new ownership, and that I should be happy.

When the first cut was complete, Dominant quickly sliced another across the first. Blood dripped down across my jaw, this would leave a permanent scar.

Good.

Dominant finished his mark with a single stab atop the two lines, one final bit of pain. The hot blood, the tightening around my neck, the sheer helplessness...

It was too much.

I gasped in a pitiful squeak as my trousers grew wet and warm. It took a second for the throb of the orgasm to catch up with my brain, to realize what had happened.

Dominant realized right away.

“Pathetic,” he pressed his tongue against his bloody mark and slowly trailed his lick across my shredded flesh. When he finished, he ran his tongue along his teeth, licking up the remaining blood. “How adorably pathetic.”

“I’m so-”

I was thrown onto the ground. I felt no pain this time, it was Dominant’s will.

I looked up after the world stopped spinning and saw a speck of pink marking my owner’s obsidian body. The speck began to grow, before an appendage slipped out between his legs.

It was obvious what it was immediately.

My skin flushed, despite the blood loss. His cock was slick, tapering off in a round, slim head. His testicles were hidden away, if he had any at all.

Dominant stomped on my chest and raked his claw from the neck of my shirt, down to the trousers. Both were bisected down the middle in a flash, it was a miracle I only had a small scratch on my chest from this, let alone on my more sensitive areas.

“Just remember, you asked for this, prey.”

Dominant tore the remains of my pants away and flipped me over onto my chest. The scratch on my torso tore open and a line of blood would have poured out were it not for the raptor’s weight pinning me down against the flood.

“I want this, Dominant.”

“No you don’t.”

Dominant did not take me easy. One hand lifted up my thighs, his claws digging into his flesh without care for my well-being, and he forced his way in.

Though his cock was smooth, it was also far too large for someone with no experience like me. The pain inside me was worse than the beating and the cutting. Every thrust was agony and my brain could only translate a little of that to pleasure.

Tears ran down my face, stinging as they mixed with my blood.

Only now did I feel regret.

That I had lost and subjected myself to such humiliation.

I could have thought of some other way, right?

I pushed those thoughts away.

No, this was always meant to be.

The moment Dominant’s kind came from the sky, I was destined to be his prey.

And I should be happy he spared me.

I forced a smile. I made myself moan with pleasure, no matter how much his cock wracked my insides.

I even squeezed my rear and Dominant hissed with delight while I did what little I could to pleasure him.

His semen was deathly cold. By now, I was paralyzed with pain and the strange new sensation invading me, stealing my warmth.

Now that I had received his seed, I no longer felt human.

What little independence I had was gone. Replaced with an addictive cocktail of pain and pleasure.

My brain wanted to scream, “I LOVE YOU, DOMINANT!” to thank him for rescuing me.

But I could not even do that.

We could only lie there in the dark as Dominant rubbed his scaly chest against my back and traced his claw across my wounds, chuckling with delight as he completed each one.

“Time to go home.”

Dominant gripped the controls and flicked a few levers. The ship hummed to life.

“My kin will admire you but only I will have you.”

I smiled.

“What do you think of that?”

I said nothing, remembering his orders from earlier.

Dominant chuckled.

His toe-claws curled against my back, including the large hooked claw. I did not moan or wince, just merely smile as he tried to find the best position to rest his feet on me.

Furniture did not talk and he ordered me to serve as such.

I would serve whatever purpose he desired. He deserved as much for helping save me.

As long as I obeyed, I would never be alone again.

He would always protect me.

I was his.

The scar along my cheek, marking me as his began to bleed just a bit.

I ignored it. Furniture did not care if it teared.