5 Dark Knight
Hope
Hope awoke from the most delicious yet bizarre dream as something tugged at her wrists and ankles. A wildly dominant man overcome with passion had taken her, repeatedly bending her to his will. Hope's eyes opened wide to find Drogo growling as he stared at her. It hadn't been a dream, at least not all of it. Everything from the night before flooded Hope, overwhelming her.
Drogo looked angry as he growled. Maybe he was pissed she tried to run away.
"Well too bad!"
Hope tried to pull away.
"Dear god we're still stuck together like two dogs in heat!" Hope noted silently. "Holy crap my pussy is sore."
For that matter so was her shoulder and her voice.
Drogo started talking and Hope felt like she could almost understand him. One of the aliens she'd seen before entered the small room. Hope really didn't appreciate being so exposed stuck to this man, but thankfully the guy tossed them a blanket which Drogo wrapped around her.
They talked uncomfortably for a minute and Hope thought she caught the occasional word, but the conversation ended too soon. It seemed odd, but it was like the meaning of their words hovered at the tip of her tongue.
Hope quickly dismissed her bizarre response to their conversation, seeing the key for her cuff that the man left behind. She was beyond ready to get up and stretch her sore limbs. Hope was almost giddy as Drogo unlocked her and she tried to get up.
"Dammit I forgot about the giant cock jammed in me." Hope groaned feeling the tug in her pussy.
Well she could still stretch her arms and legs.
"Oh that feels good." She moaned.
Her muscles screamed wonderfully. Hope tried to relax again but was ready to get up. How long would they be like this?
Drogo seemed calmer now. He even looked contrite as he spoke to her and cleaned her poor shoulder. His skin was warm, firm, and comforting at her back.
Her mind drifted through the last few hours. The man had been frightening and sexy all at the same time. The sex was mind blowing. The mindless lust filled beast seemed at odds with how Drogo was now.
"Or maybe this is how he really is when lust grips him. What is going on here? Was I taken to be some sort of sex slave?" The questions assailed her one after another.
The thought of being some sort of sex slave frightened her. She'd never survive such a thing. "Maybe I'll just belong to Drogo."
He seemed to get agitated anytime the others came near. That seemed the best she could hope for till she found some way off this ship.
"Wild animal sex is so not worth it." Hope mused. "He'd wear me out after a few days of this kind of madness. Oh god what if we aren't on earth anymore?"
Hope didn't know how long she went round and round in her head before Drogo finally pulled back and she felt him slide free of her sore body.
Hope anchored the blanket around her and stood up on wobbly legs. Damn her pussy was tender.
Drogo jumped to his feet and steadied her, his large hands bracketing her hips. His ripped chest and abs loomed close, his heavy cock swaying between his thighs. Her body felt suddenly flush with warmth.
"I really need to stop eyeing the man." Hope admonished her wayward eyes.
She couldn't seem to separate what her body wanted from what her mind told her she needed to do.
"Speaking of imperative needs."
Hope looked around.
"Where's the bathroom?"
Drogo nodded and led her to the small cubicle at the back of the room. He showed Hope the facilities, turned on a water shower then just stood there.
"I am not going to the bathroom while you watch!" Hope said angrily.
She'd had more than enough of his attention.
Drogo nodded but didn't look pleased as he left the small room.
Oh god it was such a relief to use the toilet then step into the warm spray. Hope was salty with dried sweat, and her hair was a matted mess. Her fingers stroked through her pale tresses, working out the tangles. Carefully she felt the bite on the curve of her shoulder and neck. It was deep, but no longer bled. Hope rubbed her hands over her body, gingerly scrubbing at the sticky mess between her sore thighs.
Hope turned to see Drogo staring from the doorway. He looked so serious. She must've been taking too long. Considering what had happened she deserved to languish in the shower till she turned all pruney.
"I'm not done!" Hope snapped at him with a frown.
Drogo shook his head then turned and walked away.
Hope had no idea what to make of him. She probably shouldn't push her luck. If he really wanted to he could pull her out of the shower and do whatever he wanted with her and she didn't have a hope in hell to prevent it.
Hope attempted to relax again in the hot spray, but she couldn't, as she stood wondering what was in store for her.
After stalling in the hot water for a while longer Hope finally decided she better leave. No sense in pissing the brute off any further. She used the little disk knob to shut the water off the way she'd seen Drogo adjust it, then stepped out and re-wrapped the blanket around her chest and hips.