Free Outcast by Alex Douglas

brain while the blood flowed from the cut onto the soft sheets. The mattress shifted with the weight of the creature and he felt a thick finger hook itself into the waistband of his trousers and with one swipe, it ripped them right off. What remained of his shirt followed.
    It rested its heavy knees at either side of Prez's legs and leaned over his naked body until he felt hot breath on his ear. "You don't like animals," it whispered, "but I will fuck you like one. It's exactly what you want, isn't it? To remember that you had no control, and to punish your body for liking it."
    It was speaking his compound language, he realized briefly, before he felt the sting of its teeth against his skin, nipping at his ear then licking at the point of pain until he didn't know what he was feeling. Despite the beating and the pain, his cock was hard as a rock, pulsing with blood. The creature flipped him onto his back and did the same to his nipples, and when it fastened its mouth on the nerve center at the base of his throat, he bit his lip to stop himself from crying out.
    "The room is soundproof," it said, laughing again. He felt rough hands at his throat, rubbing over his neck and chest, stimulating all the points it had nipped with its teeth until he writhed underneath it, no longer able to hold in his groans. The rough palms on his cock, his balls, then the powerful hands flipped him again onto his belly. The creature's weight shifted again, its knee pushing his legs apart. Then he heard the click of a jar being opened, and those thick fingers began to circle at his asshole, smearing something over it and in, stretching and probing until it found the hard little bundle of nerves inside, wrenching an involuntary moan from his throat.
    He grabbed the sheet in his fists as the creature -- how could it be a female? -- pressed its penis against his entrance, rubbing and teasing, then sinking inside his helpless body, inch by inch, until it was in to the root. His asshole felt stretched almost beyond endurance. The rough hands massaged his shoulders until he relaxed slightly, then the creature began to move. It lifted him up a little and stabbed its thick cock into him until it hit the spot it was looking for.
    "There you go," it said as he moaned and sighed, and it held the position for a second. Slowly, unbelievably, he felt the pressure inside him lessen slightly, and...was the shape of the creature's penis changing? He only knew that when it pushed forward again, there were bumps on the shaft that hadn't been there before; small, soft bumps that sawed across his prostate with every single motion. He saw bright spots in his vision for a second, felt an excruciatingly delicious tensing inside, and just as he felt the squeeze of impending orgasm, the creature scraped a fingernail from the cleft of his ass right up his spine. His back straightened involuntarily and the creature held him against its chest, impaled on that thick pulsing cock until he screamed aloud and his penis bounced up against his belly, shooting blasts of sperm out into the darkness.
    The creature released him and he sagged forward onto his elbows, feeling the rough palms against his buttocks, the trail of the creature's fingernail tingling like a scorch mark on his back. It pumped harder, long steady strokes that left him gurgling and senseless and he came again, unbelievably, almost unable to utter a sound.
    The creature's breath was getting harsher and harsher and then its fingers dug into his buttocks, and he felt it letting go inside him, the warm flood of... whatever it was. The sensation forced another feeble spurt from his cock but he was too dazed even to grunt. The creature gasped and fell forward on top of him until he was crushed by its warm body, but it did not pull out. Instead, it was surprisingly gentle, holding him tight in its arms until both of them were starting to breathe normally again.
    Then it moved off him and lay on its back. There was a flare