Elina

"Well excuse me for wondering! Humans don't do that." Irritation surges in my chest and I stand up to get away from Lazarus but as always he's much faster than me and before I have taken two steps he grabs onto my wrist and pulls me to his chest.

"Baby I'm sorry. You just looked so cute when you asked." He gives me a kiss on my head. I stand rigid in his arms refusing to acknowledge his embrace. "Are you done eating?" I give a nod. "Then go sit on the couch and I'll be with you as soon as I have cleaned up." He lets me go and I do as he says. "Good girl." And a feeling of happiness and pride for doing something good arises in my chest.

Always the obedient little girl when he orders me. This thought quickly squash that feeling and anger fills me instead. I have always been independent. Sure I like to help others and I was an obedient child towards my parents and teachers. But I like to do things my way now that I'm an adult. But not when Lazarus handles me. I retreat back to being an obedient child wishing for praise. I cross my arms over my chest and scold myself as I wait for Lazarus.

When he's done he comes over and picks me up to sit me on his lap. "Why do you always do this?" I do my best to get off his lap, but his hands hold me in a steel grip so I have no chance of getting away. I turn to him istead and stab him in the chest with my finger. "You.let.me.down.right.now.mister!" With every word I stab him harder and harder but I think the only pain that comes from it is in my finger.

"Stop!" He sounds angry, frustrated and tired of my shenanigans. I stop but cross my arms and throw a glare at him. He glares right back and I can feel myself shrink in fear and submission. Maybe not fear of being physically injured by him but I actually am a little scared of confrontation with angry men. They are big and scary and their voices are so loud. "Even if you are angry I do not tolerate bad behavior. Do you understand?"

I weakly nod my head while looking down on my lap. He puts his fingers under my chin to raise my face to his. His eyes are not angry anymore but they are stern. But as soon as my eyes meet his I feel my anger rise again. He always does this. He places me on his lap and says that I have behaved badly, at least two times he's said that. He treats me like a child! "I'm not a child!" I growl at him. "Put me down!"

"No." I glare at him again for a second, then I start to struggle to get off him again. "Stop this at once!"

"Let me go." With a growl he lifts me up and for a second I smile in triumph of succeeding. That is until I feel him turning me over one of his knees. His other leg comes behind my legs to hold them in place and his hands move the skirt of my dress up around my waist. "What are you doing?! Stop!" I screech in panic as I realize what he intends to do.

I struggle even harder and he places one of his large hands on my back between my shoulderblades to press me down and hold me in place. I throw my hands down at the floor to hold me up as much as I can as I hang over his knee with my bare ass pointing up at the ceiling and then I feel it. His large hand comes down hard on my right cheek. "Ooow! What the fuck is wrong with you?" His hand comes down on my left. "Ooow! Lazarus. Stop!" He doesn't listen and he doesn't answer, only keeps spanking me. I feel my tears flow down my cheeks of both pain and embarrassment. "I'm sorry! Please stop." I beg him and he does.

"That is what you get when you behave badly." He says, with a still stern voice. I only sob in response. His hand comes down to caress my abused behind. I whine in pain as he rubs and massages. "Your ass is a very pretty red now. The changing colors of your skin really intrigues me."

He hums in approwment as he continues moving his hand down the backside of my thighs and up again giving me a ghost of a touch on my pussy. A whimper escapes my mouth and he does it again but now with more force. This time a moan comes from my mouth and I quickly move a hand up to hinder any other sound from filtering through my mouth.

His fingers rub between my already wet folds. "Did you get wet from your punishment?" His voice is low and husky and I violently shake my head no. "No? Hmm. But I think you did."

Another whimper tries to force its way through the barricade that is my hand. "Lazarus. Please..." I remove my hand enough to speak to him but quickly replace it as another moan comes out.

"Please what? Please give you more? Please don't stop?" I hear the amusement in his voice and I shake my head.

"Please let me off your lap. Aaah!" I say just as his fingers find my clitroris and he gives it a hard pinch and my sentence ends with a loud moan.

"I like this view I've got right here so I'll keep you like this."

"I don't want to. Please." I beg him with a sob. He sighs and grabs my waist to sit me on his lap once more with my dress still around my waist. I move to pull it down but he grabs my hands and shakes his head.

"No. You do not deserve to be dressed right now." I stare at him with a look of disbelief. "You wanted to know more about the Galdrian mating?" He changes the conversation to distract me from my state of undress. With a sigh I accept his change of subject and nod.

"After the mating is completed the hormones and pheromones heightens the need for sexual release. That is why you feel so sexually aroused around me. And yes, all Galdrian males swell when ejaculating. We ejaculate the whole time that we are swollen inside the female. The reason for this is because the Galdrian females' bodies have a strong defense system against the semen. Therefore we release a lot during a long time. Do you understand?"

"I think so. But humans don't really do that. We get pregnant pretty easily. At least most of the time." I fall silent for a moment pondering how I should phrase myself. "But, uhm, about the hormones and all that. Do you mean that we will be horny all the time from now on?"

Lazarus gives me a mischievous smile. "Would there be something wrong with that?" I bite my lip and shake my head no before I remember that we have to do more things in our life than having sex.

"We can't have sex all the time. I mean. You are a captain."

"The need for sex will diminish to a more controllable level. There might be periods of higher need throughout our lives, probably when you ovulate or what you humans call it. With Galdrians sensitive sense of smell I will probably notice such a change in your hormones."

I nod at this. I have read that some women are more aroused when they ovulate. I have no idea because I have used birth control pills until just before the wedding. After that I have been too depressed to even think of sex. "Do you have to bite me every time?" I say and reach up to rub my neck.

"The Galdrian female only ovulates when bitten. And it doesn't happen every time so it is in our instinct to bite during intecourse."

"Humans ovulate every month so you don't have to bite me." I say with a pout. It hurts quite a lot when he bites me and the area is bruised.

"I can try to restrain myself. But not all the time."

I hum and then I remember my next question I want answers to. "Now I wonder why you keep treating me like a child?"

His brows scrunch in confusion. "I don't treat you like a child."

"Yes you do! You keep placing me on your lap.You keep saying that you don't accept bad behavior like you're speaking to a child and now you spanked me." He smirks at me.

"That is just how Galdrian males treat our females. We take care of them, we want to hold them close and since we are the leaders in the house we need to discipline our females. Galdrian females can have quite the temper and need help to control that. And besides, I really liked spanking you. You looked so sexy draped over my knee with your ass sticking up."

"That hurt like hell and I never want you to do that again. It was humiliating." I squirm on his lap because as he said before, I actually got wet from his spanking and aftercare of my butt, and thinking about it arouses me again.

"It's too bad for you that you can't decide what type of punishment it should be. And with that kind language you're soon going to find yourself over my knee again." His hand moves up the inside of my thigh to reach my core and I feel a gush of wetness flood my nether regions. But instead of letting him be in charge of me again I decided to take the lead. I'm too aroused by now to care about the fact that I'm angry with him.

I grab his hand and remove it from my pussy. Then I put my hands on his shoulders and changed my position to straddle him. I feel Lazarus giving in to my silent demands, probably curious where this is going. He leans back against the backrest of the couch and lets his hands fall to his sides. Slowly I move my hands down his chest, feeling every outline of his hard muscles. As I reach the hem of his t-shirt I move my hands underneath and then just as slowly I move my hands up again taking the t-shirt with me. He groans. "Are you going to be this slow the whole time?"

I give an amused hum at this and go even slower. "Yes. And if you move I will stop and you wont get any!"

"There is a problem with that." He moans out and I give him a questionable look. "If I don't get any you won't either." He gives me a pleased smirk.

"Then I'll threaten you until you produce a cucumber in that synthesiser and then I'll fuck myself with that while you are forced to watch!" He groans at that thought, probably finding the image of me doing that arousing.

"I have no idea what a cucumber is." He gives a moan as I reach his nipples and gives them a teasing pinch.

I keep up my ministrations with his shirt until it's completely off. I lean back to take a good look at my alien. He's a fine piece of meat with well defined muscles covering his chest and abdomen. I trace the scar that goes from his collarbone down his chest. Leaning in I follow the scar with my mouth and tongue down to his nipple. I take it in my mouth and suck on it hard as I flick my tongue over it.

His head falls back over the backrest as he moans out in pleasure. I keep on sucking and nibbling on his nipple as my hands continue down. I reach his training shorts that he's wearing and move my hands over his erection, slowly rubbing him over the fabric. I make my way off his lap while my hands slowly rub along his hard shaft and my mouth keeps on giving his abs a trail of wet kisses. Lazarus keeps on moaning and the sounds of his pleasure arouses me more than I would have anticipated.

When I'm completely off his lap I grab his shorts and pull them off, still slow and teasing. For a short while I sit on my knees on the floor between his legs and look at him. Taking in his glorious and naked body. The thick muscular thighs, those hard abs, well defined pecs and broad shoulders. The light blue hair on his chest that slims down to a line showing the way down to his long and thick cock that is standing ready for me to devouver.

At least I know now that he's not too thick and long for me to handle, otherwise I would probably be running for my life right now. He picks up his head from the backrest to look at me, raising a perfect eyebrow in question and I look up at him, meeting his eyes. He doesn't say anything but his eyes hold pride and confirmation in them.

I move my eyes back down his body to his waiting member and I rise on my knees. I place my hands on his knees and then slowly move them up along his thighs and he hiss. The muscles contracting underneath my hands.

My hands reach their destination and I wrap them around his pulsating shaft. I start to move my hands, feeling every vein of his cock, moving around the mushroom shaped head. He moans as I examine his gender with great care. His penis looks like a human's penis except for the color. I follow the slit on the head and find a bead of precum. I bend over him and stick my tongue out and licks along the slit to taste him.

"Fuck Elina! You're going to make me cum right now if you do that." And I can feel that he's telling the truth. His shaft is swelling even more than it already was. I release his cock and he gives a growl of disappointment. I stand up and remove my dress. I look at him and see that he's looking all over my body and licks his lips. I crawl up on his lap again and this time his hands come up to wrap around my hips. I grab his wrist and shake my head.

"I'm in charge now. You don't touch me until I give permission." He scoffs but obeys and lets his hands fall to the couch again. As I reach his member I rub my pussy against it to lube it before I reach down between us and align him with my entrance. Torturously slow I lower myself on him, feeling as every inch easily glides in my wet sheath.

Lazarus hands are fisted tight in the cushion of the couch to prevent himself from touching me, from pressing me down and burying himself deep inside me. When I have reached about half of him I stop and slowly withdraw him from me again and he growls in warning. His body is taut with reastain. I smirk and bite my lip. When only the tip is still in I lower myself again. I keep doing this a few times and I feel Lazarus' patience wane. His hands move quickly as they grab my hips and pull me down on him as he thrusts up into me. I gasp from his forceful intrusion.

He stands up with me still impaled on him and moves into the bedroom. Every step he takes drives him into me. As we reach the bed he pulls out and throws me down. He quickly crawls over me and tears my legs apart and carelessly slams into me again. I moan in pleasure as I feel him fill me completely. "This is why the male has to be in charge of the female. The female is such a tease. Doing things to frustrate and anger the male." He growls as he thrusts as deep as he can get.

I grit my teeth trying to give him my best glare. "You liked it! Admit you liked it when I teased you." A deep frustrated growl escapes him and he gives me an extra hard thrust, angered by my challenge. He's not used to being challenged. I moan loudly throwing my head back against the mattress and arching my back enjoying his angry fuck. "I'm cumming Lazarus!"

"Cum for me baby! Squeeze my cock as hard as you can!" He growls and somehow he thrusts even harder and deeper than before and I feel myself explode. And soon I both feel and hear him as he cums. He grunts and moans as he presses deep into me, holding my hips in a steel grip to prevent me from moving away from him.

I fight my body's reaction to move away as well, but the feeling of him swelling inside of me is still painful. I know that him holding me still and pressing his cock as deep as he can during the swelling reduces the pain, that much I have realized from our previous couplings, but the pain is still unpleasant.