Daccia is breathing raggedly as he stares down at. I suddenly realize that his stern behavior is also just an act – and that he's trying desperately to fight back every urge in his body to just take me – take me hard, claim me, and make me his bitch.
Aurelians can barely control their mating urges – and that works in my favor. It’s not ideal – certainly not my first choice of escape plan – but if I want to get out of this situation with my freedom, I'm going to have to make him snap.
"Don't make me tear your clothing off of you," Daccia warns – and for a second, I spot his slate-grey eyes widen fractionally. I don’t think even he realized how suggestive that sounded.
If he tears my clothing off, I’ll have lost any opportunity I have to turn this to my advantage – so, reluctantly, I accept my fate and begin pull to my clothes off; one item at a time.
Daccia's eyes burn into me as I pull my bra off. My nipples are treacherously hard. Being in the presence of one of this huge, God-like alien warriors makes my body involuntarily react. I should be thinking about escape – but suddenly being forced to strip naked in front of this towering, primal alien triggers something deep inside of me.
My hands are trembling as I pull my panties off – and then I'm finally naked – completely and utterly – in front of him.
Daccia is still wearing his suit. The power imbalance is obvious. There he stands, towering over me in his elegant clothes. Then there’s me – stark naked, my nipples hardened into sensitive buds, and the flush of my skin exposing my shameful lust.
As he towers over me, Daccia breathes in deeply. He’s not out of breath – he's tasting me. He’s drinking in the scent of my obvious arousal.
My cheeks redden. It's so fucking humiliating. I try desperately to force down the dirty thoughts – the carnal memories – but I can’t help it. Like it or not, I'm desperately attracted to this powerful, alien warrior – and there's nothing I can do to stop my body betraying that desire.
"Get on the chair," Daccia rasps.
Again, he tries to hide it – but the commander’s voice is filled with hunger and strained with need. My eyes travel downward, and I can immediately see the outline of his steel-hard cock tenting the firm material of his pants.
Gods – it's fucking huge. I already know from deliciously painful experience how big an Aurelian dick is, and it looks like Daccia’s packing a hammer that’s massive even by the standards of his hugely endowed race. From the outline alone, I know that his straining cock could turn me into a mewling puddle of submission.
I gulp as I follow his order and reluctantly mount the chair.
The fabric is cold against my naked flesh. Goosebumps ripple across my body. Daccia stands far back, keeping his distance between us…
…and that’s when I realize my mistake.
I should have made him rip the clothes off my body. I’d thought I was retaining control – but it could have been all that was needed to make Daccia lose his. Surely he wouldn’t have been able to hold back his lust for me if I’d made him rip the cloth from me. Not when I was so close...
Fuck! But I’m not finished yet.
I just still have to get him to snap – and quickly. I need to make Daccia lose his iron self-control before he examines me, and finds my last weapon. The shock-device embedded in my right arm allows me to transmit a single electric shock strong enough to knock out an Aurelian or Toad – or kill a human outright.
It’s my last resort! My final hope. I have to keep it hidden.
To that end, I look up – into Daccia’s slate-grey eyes. I can’t read a single flicker of emotion from them – Aurelians are liked damned statues – but the huge erection tenting out Daccia’s pants tells me all I need to know.
I lick my lips – settling back into the examination chair and spreading my legs.
I give Daccia a shameless view of my pussy – and from the heat between my legs, I know it must be glistening with my arousal.
Daccia growls – his eyes widening fractionally.
"AI - secure her!"
Daccia’s voice sounds strained – and I realize how close to breaking point he is. However, it might be too late. Suddenly, metal tendrils whip out from the edges of the chair. The ship’s AI controls them, and the steel tentacles curl around my wrists and ankles to restrain me.
I gasp as I'm suddenly held down – pinned to the chair, and my legs forced shut. Now I can’t even try to tease this giant man with my body – he’s taken away my last hope of making his resolve crack.
But perhaps not a moment too soon. As Daccia stands there, I see him panting in need. I watch his hands clench into fists. I know he’s trying desperately to stop himself from striding forward and spreading me open. He’s barely able to stop himself wrenching open his pants and pulling out that impossibly huge cock – so he can fuck me, hard and fast.
His alien desires are building and building. The stern alien warrior was right on the brink of losing control and succumbing to his species’ infamous mating frenzy.
If that happens, I'm free. He can’t legally take me back to Colossus – not if he's fucked his prisoner.
As I said – it’s far from my ideal escape scenario, but I’m no longer sure what other option I might have. I need to do this – now.
"Daccia,” I murmur seductively, biting my bottom lip. “You don't have to hold back. I want your cock so fucking badly.”
Daccia stands there like a statue, but the outline of his foot-long cock –
