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How much I missed you

Thragg x Female Reader

CW: Explicit 🔞, Established relationship, OOC!Thragg, PwP

Word count: 1376

Snippet: «I shall breed you, tonight,» and you could tell by the look in his eyes that he would. «Mhm, that sounds like a good plan to me,» you cooed, smiling up at him as you cupped his cheek. You didn’t need you to agree, you were his mate—that was your role. Yet for some reason, pride swelled in his chest at the knowledge that you wanted to be there. To lie underneath him, to be full of him, to carry his children. And that made his cock throb in return, his body desperate to be where it belonged—in you.

A/N: Still doing kinktober stuff in May, don't judge me too harshly. Prompt was Creampie/Breeding Kink so here we are.

You were fast asleep, the day tiring as you looked after your children while your mate took care of business somewhere quite far away. You tried to stay awake and wait for him, but you were way too tired and ended up falling asleep on the bed, the twins sleeping soundly in their own room. You only started to come through when you felt a prickling sensation up your inner thigh, body turning a bit as you moved your hand to swat away what you assumed was a fly. But your hand connected with something else instead. «Mmmh, I thought you would have liked to be woken up like this.» Thragg’s voice was amused, your palm on his cheek as you groggily opened one eye to look at him. «Was I wrong, my heart?» «Sorry,» you muttered as he tilted his face to press a kiss to the palm of your hand, cradling it with his own. «Quiet, you did not hurt me. Relax,» he cooed, letting go of your hand before parting your legs more, gripping the soft flesh of your thighs to make room for himself. «Let me show you how much I missed you.»

You nodded, a small, content sound leaving your lips as he pressed one, then two and then three kisses to your inner thigh—mustache prickling your skin as goosebumps raised in the wake of his lips, the ghost of his breath on your warm skin making the anticipation grow inside you. Slowly, tantalizingly so, his lips found your core. He pressed yet another kiss here, his eyes drinking in your figure as he teased you from above the fabric of your panties. «The beauty you hold will never cease to mesmerize me, my heart.» Another kiss followed his words, fingers pressing into your skin. He could be so gentle for someone so big and ruthless, he could be so tender with you and you alone. His big, calloused hands caressed your skin up to the hem of your panties, peeling them off of your body to reveal your core to him, in all of its glory. Still half-asleep, you moved one hand to caress his head—fingers running through his short hair, his eyes glinting in the dim light of the room as a small, little smile formed on his lips. You basked in your view as much as he basked on his, but only for a moment. For he really did miss you, and he shall not wait any longer to show you just how much.

He delved in, strong tongue running flat up your slit to your clit, making you hum in pleasure. Your thighs resting on his shoulders, he started to eat you out like a man famished. His eyes never leaving your face, observing how your face changed with the pleasure he gave you. His tongue delving between your folds before pressing inside, coating him in your nectar—your taste that he adored so. You buckled up against him, looking for more friction as your hand on his head urged him to give you more. And he aimed to please, one hand moving closer to your core and his thick fingers soon taking the place of his tongue inside you, while his lips inched higher until they closed around your sensible clit. «Aah- Thragg,» you moaned, calling his name with the reverence of something sacred. Like a prayer, hoping your god would be merciful enough to grant you what you so desired. How he loved to watch you bite your lip as you clenched around his fingers—him knowing your body like the palm of his hands, skilled digits caressing and pressing against your G-spot as his mouth still sucked on you. Your face contorting in bliss as you moaned and writhed, coming on him and coating him in your sweet, sweet juices.

He only pulled away when you begged him too, your body too overstimulated for your own good—but you both knew that he was not going to stop there. His fingers still deep inside you, scissoring and stretching you as he pulled his lips away—not before giving your core a parting kiss. And then he blanketed you, lips crashing on yours as he forced your mouth open. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he ravished your mouth, biting and drinking you in, leaving you without breath as your hands held onto him for dear life.

As the kiss ended you were breathing heavily, eyes hooded as you looked at him—your regent, your mate, the father of your children. The one you loved more than life itself. «I shall breed you, tonight,» and you could tell by the look in his eyes that he would. «Mhm, that sounds like a good plan to me,» you cooed, smiling up at him as you cupped his cheek. You didn’t need you to agree, you were his mate—that was your role. Yet for some reason, pride swelled in his chest at the knowledge that you wanted to be there. To lie underneath him, to be full of him, to carry his children. And that made his cock throb in return, his body desperate to be where it belonged—in you.

He pulled his fingers out with a wet sound, sucking them clean before his hands moved to his belt, undoing his clothes just enough to free himself. He was hard, his composure faltering as trepidation took over. He lifted your hips up with one hand, tilting you so he was just right—sliding against your folds, up and down, making you squirm.  «Take all of me,» he ordered, breath hot against your ear as he sank into you with one smooth thrust, hips flushed against you as you wrapped your legs around his waist so tight, urging him impossibly closer. You’d never get used to the feeling of having him so deep inside of you, filling you completely. It felt so right, his body hot against yours as the bed creaked under the weight of your bodies and the force of his thrusts. «Soon,» he spoke, voice low between the soft grunts that dropped from his parted lips, «you’ll be carrying another little one.» You nodded as you moaned, eyes closed as he peppered you in kisses and sweet promises. «Swollen with my seed, creating life,» his hips snapping hard against you, sinking you deeper into the mattress as you held onto him, «my precious, little mate.»

You flutter around him, clenching as he hit all the sweet, sweet spots that were so needy to be caressed. Filling you whole every time he pushed, making you see stars as you couldn’t but call for his name. Until his lips found yours once more, holding your words and soft sounds hostage—gulping them down as if he needed them to live and breathe. Him deep inside of you, his hands holding your body like a delicate treasure as he ravished your mouth—and you came around him, clamping down and feeling him follow you suit. His spent filling you as his movements stuttered and stopped, lips leaving you just enough for the two of you to breathe as he pressed his forehead to yours. «Take it all, my heart,» his breath heavy, your body trembling yet milking him for all he was worth and then some.

Minutes passed as the two of you rested like that, in silence and in the bliss of such intimacy. Until you felt him slowly grow soft inside of you, and he pulled out. Sitting back on his hunches, he couldn’t help but look as his seed flowed out of you, dripping down to your ass. But before it could fall, he gathered it up on his fingers and pressed them back inside of you, making you gasp. «This shall not go to waste,» he hummed, looking at how stunning you were in the afterglow of your shared pleasure. And that was all he needed to feel another jolt of energy and desire traveling through him. To see you like that—to know he made you like that, out of breath and flustered, full of him.

«And I shall enjoy you again this night, my little one.»

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Just a volunteer

Thragg x Female Reader

Crossposted on AO3

| Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 |

CW: Explicit 🔞, What if?, Dub-Con Elements, Pregnancy, Breeding Kink, Pregnant Sex, Medical Inaccuracies

Snippet:

It had been over a year since Viltrumites came to Earth, and the takeover was almost pacific, if one could ignore how they had killed what were Earth’s strongest heroes. The peace obtained was not in small part thanks to the GDA, who managed to negotiate a deal with them that did not suck too terribly. Viltrumites would share their knowledge and science while leaving sovereignty of the planet to humans. As long as the people of Earth cooperated, that is. They had but one simple request: women, volunteers for their breeding program. And you had decided to volunteer, against your better judgement and the opinion of everyone you had discussed this with.

A/N: This was actually born from this Tumblr request, but got out of hand 'cause I had been visited by the horny spirit this past weekend or something. I'll be updating this daily if all goes well, since most of the chapters have already been written. I'll post in the notes if I'll miss a day or if it ends up being more chapters then what I had anticipated. Enjoy!

Chapter 1. Word count: 1659

It had been over a year since Viltrumites came to Earth, and the takeover was almost pacific, if one could ignore how they had killed what were Earth’s strongest heroes. The peace obtained was not in small part thanks to the GDA, who managed to negotiate a deal with them that did not suck too terribly. Viltrumites would share their knowledge and science while leaving sovereignty of the planet to humans. As long as the people of Earth cooperated, that is. They had but one simple request: women, volunteers for their breeding program.

And you had decided to volunteer, against your better judgement and the opinion of everyone you had discussed this with. But you thought, in the end, it wasn’t that bad. Was it? It would’ve been just like being a surrogate mother while keeping the peace. You had taken all the good the Viltrumites had done into consideration: making human healthcare jump forwards by centuries at least, almost completely solving world hunger, and so on. You did feel like you and your kind owed them. Sure, their methods were questionable at best, but they were treating humans decently and you would hope it kept being like that. So you had decided to do your part and volunteer for the program. You knew you’d have to say goodbye to everyone you knew, your home and all your attachments for at least a couple of years, but you were ready and set to take that step.

You only began to question your decision when you were presented several NDAs, each one stricter than the last. You had to agree to be checked up thoroughly, undergo rounds of medical injections that were marked as safe but non-disclosable even to you who were about to take them.  You had to be relocated on one of the Viltrumite’s ships together with all the other volunteers of that month. That's how they operated. At the beginning of each month a round of volunteers were brought up there to travel to Viltrum until they completed their quest. During the trip you were to be subjected to physical exams of any and all kinds. Some way more invasive than you had hoped, and performed by humans and aliens alike. And those aliens, those you had never seen before. The GDA kept everything that happened outside of Earth under wraps, not a single leak since the Viltrumite’s arrival. So you had kind of expected to see some different aliens, just not so many and so different – and you definitely did not expect to have them be your new ob gyn.

The journey to Viltrum was supposed to last for a few weeks, and you were placed in a room with three other women. The rooms were not suites or anything fancy, but they were nice and spacious enough to live in. You had bunk beds, a couch in front of what you had come to learn was a holographic television, and even a small, shared bathroom with all the comforts. Meals were served in the common rooms as you had to undergo a strict diet, each meal coming with its side of mandatory pills. Apart from the other volunteers of your round, you didn’t have many people to talk with on ship. The aliens and the medical staff kept to themselves, only talking to you during your visits or to let you know what the menu of the day was. All in all it did feel like a gilded cage, but one in which you were given a kindle and a console on which you could play all the games you knew and some you didn’t even know existed. And, you had to admit, the single thought of being in space, getting to see how breathtaking Earth was from so up high, and then the myriads of stars that formed your galaxy and the ones beyond that… you would’ve agreed to join the program for the journey alone.

After almost a month on the ship, you finally reached Viltrum. The planet was massive compared to Earth, and yet it did not feel too alien. Sure, the architecture was different from the one you were used to. More futuristic, pristine and so, so tall. Any Earth skyscraper would pale in comparison. But it still did not feel too far off from your home, yes, you could picture yourself living here for a while.  A group of humans welcomed you and showed you around the district your group would be staying for now. Temporary, they explained, just until a match was found for you. Then you’d be relocated one last time to your final quarters, the place you’d call home for the rest of your stay on Viltrum. The temporary room you were assigned was pretty much like the one you had on ship – only this time you did not have any roommates. The routine was the same as well, with the exception that you were allowed out of your building and around the block, the surveillance strict as to prevent humans from wandering around where they were not supposed to go.

Two weeks later, you still hadn’t been paired to a Viltrumite. More than half of the women who had come on the ship with you had already been paired and moved to another district, and yet there you were still in the welcoming building. You had no clue why, and you had started to wonder if maybe your genetic material wasn’t good enough, as you also had seen a few of the women in your round be discarded for that very reason. Until a knock came on your door when you were watching some old movie, and the voice of a woman followed it suit.

«Miss? May we come in?» «Yes! Yes, come in!» You exclaimed, sounding a little more excited than what you’d hoped as you got up and headed for the door, pressing the button to have it slide open. Only when you saw the people on the other side did you realize the situation was more serious than you had expected.  Standing there was the head of the medical staff, Doctor Miller, a woman you had only seen in passing. Dressed in pristine white as almost everyone else on Viltrum, the patterns on her shirt indicating her race and position. Next to her, one of the few people not dressed in white on the planet. One you did not even know was on Viltrum and not on Earth. Cecil Stedman, the head of the GDA himself. A lot of thoughts passed in your mind when you saw the two of them together at your door, none of them quite guessing the things they were about to tell you.

They stayed in your room to talk to you for almost an hour. They finally explained the whole of the situation to you — as they did to all the other volunteers once they were matched with a Viltrumite.  This was not going to be like a surrogacy, there was not going to be an IVF or anything similar, no, you were to conceive their babies the old fashioned way. Which is why they kept everyone under strict surveillance, they had a team to judge everyone’s state of mind and willingness to go through with it. And, in the end, everyone was given a choice. Stay there and fulfill your role, or have part of your memories erased and be sent back to Earth with a different story to tell, the story being your genes weren’t good enough to procreate with them. 

Now that you were alone again you stared at the white ceiling, lost in thoughts. You could tell it was extremely manipulative to have the volunteers go through all the tests and be brought to Viltrum before telling them the whole truth. You’d become a concubine for a Viltrumite – although both Mr. Stedman and Doctor Miller had vehemently tried to convince you not to use words such as concubine or harem or the likes, because it wasn’t like that, they said. Nonetheless, you had been matched. Which was why Mr. Stedman was there as well, because you hadn’t been matched with any Viltrumite. You had been matched with Thragg. Their regent. Mr. Stedman had to make sure that, if you went through with it, you would be pliant and submit to him. No backing away at the last moment, no getting cold feed once you had said yes. Because the Grand Regent had not taken part in the program so far, you would be his first and you had to act appropriately. For your own good and that of the peace between humans and Viltrumites.

Doctor Miller had gone above and beyond to explain to you how things would play out. You knew how sex worked, sure, but Viltrumites had other ways. Ways humans would find crude if not brutal.  «He will… mount you.» She had explained, the look on her face apologetic, «You won’t have to do anything, really, but let him have his way. They treat it as a job, so they’re quick and efficient with it. It shouldn’t last long and, if you’re lucky, you will get pregnant quickly and won’t have to worry about that again for a long time — or ever again if you don’t wish to carry more babies. Try and see it as a job, too.» «And they know not to be rough with humans, as we are way more delicate than they are. He should not hurt you, not intentionally, but if he does you will be looked after immediately. You will also be given meds to help you with your physical and mental state.»  She had gone on and on about how it would play out, trying to reassure you as much as she could — while Mr. Stedman nodded along and concluded the visit with a simple yet stern «Choose wisely».

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Thragg x reader where they try to babytrap each other

This is possibly crack and OOC but it was fun to write eheh

Word count: 588

Kinda smutty but not too much, x F!Reader

Also pardon for the formatting but I’m stuck on my phone atm

«Your place is… cool.» You commented as you made your way in the loft of the man you went home with that night — Thragg, if you weren’t mistaken. He was hot and forward, maybe a bit rude in his ways but you didn’t mind as long as you could get what you wanted, which was a night of hopefully good sex.

But now, seeing his place and just how expensive everything inside of it seemed… An idea formed in your mind.

«What did you say your job was…?» You asked, hand running on the cold surface of the marble table that sat in the living room, just a few steps away from the entrance, in front of a magnificent window wall that overlooked the city.

«I work in finances,» his hands found your hips as he leaned down from behind you, his breath warm against your ear, «do you want me to bore with the details of my job or would you rather we move on to more exciting activities?»

You turned around in his grasp, eyes narrowed as you smirked at him, arms moving to rest on his shoulders.

«We really should be moving on. In the bedroom, maybe? Although,» you licked your lips in anticipation, eyes moving to the nearby couch, «I’ve always enjoyed the feeling of leather against my skin.»

«Do not worry, I have condoms.» Thragg mouthed in between heated kisses, hand fumbling in his pockets to find the much needed wrapper, teeth making quick work of its BUSTA before he slid it on. You pressed your lips together, trying not to make a disappointed face. Of course a filthy rich man would be careful with that, he didn’t want gold diggers to get pregnant. Unlucky for you.

In between heated kisses and being manhandled, flipped over and bent to his every whim, his muscles rippling against your skin, you felt him stutter. His movements faltering as his hips pressed shut against you, his cock twitching deep inside.

He waited just a few moments, his chest pressed against you as he caught his breath before he pulled out. Only, when he did, you heard him mutter a «Shit.» under his breath. And you felt the familiar sensation of something warm and sticky oozing out of you, down your thighs.

«Did- did the condom break?» You asked, still breathing heavily, trying to not appear too happy about what was supposed to be an unfortunate accident.

«It did.» Thragg replied, clicking his tongue in disappointment. Of course it did, he had tampered with it.

«It’s fine, I- I’m clean. And,» you followed quickly, nodding as you lied, «I’m on the pill. It’s- it’s fine.» Luck was smiling upon you, wasn’t it?

«Good. I got a vasectomy years ago anyway.» He replied, lying in turn — a lie he had rehearsed precisely for this moment.

His back turned to you, you scowled. Maybe your luck had run out, but at least the sex was good.

«Although, were you to get pregnant, I'd take care of you and the child. I have the means.» He said, not bothering to turn around to look at you. And it made you feel something, hand finding your belly as you stared at the way his back muscles flexed while he got the clothes from up the floor.

Maybe, just maybe… sure the possibilities were low, and yet you couldn’t help but hope the odds were in your favor.

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Just a volunteer

| Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 |

Chapter 5. Word count: 2785

A/N: This is like. Just smut. Whops. I'll also have to post the final chapters from my phone so apologies in advance if chapter 6 and 7 will fe formatted badly!

«Remove your shirt.»

You stared at the Grand Regent in confusion for just a fraction of a moment – he had told you just the day before how he did not want to repeat himself, so you would not make him. You took off the shirt you were wearing, the soft fabric brushing against your skin before you discarded it on the floor. You did feel a bit self conscious as the air caressed your breasts, nipples hardening in the cool of the room. And you felt silly, too. He had fucked you several times already and yet you were feeling shy at having him see parts of your body he had yet to see.

But all those thoughts were put aside the moment he began to undress as well. He removed his shirt first, dropping it down on the floor as he kept on walking towards the bed. It was the first time you had seen him like that, too, and you couldn’t help but admire him. Quite literally in awe at the way his skin was spotless despite the countless battles he’d fought. The way his muscles shifted and flexed under such immaculate skin, and just how big he was. That you knew, and yet seeing him undressed was a totally different thing.  This didn’t feel like a job anymore, no, this was starting to feel way too personal.

As he stood in front of the bed, he pulled down his skirt and the pants underneath in one single, smooth motion. His cock still soft; dark, coarse hair running up from its base to Thragg’s navel. You couldn’t help but lick your lips as you took in the view, eyes running up to his abdomen and his chest, your mind wandering as you’d imagined how it would feel to lick his skin, to let your tongue run on the contour of each of his muscles, to taste his saltiness on your lips. Then you met his eyes and gulped – he was taking you in as he kneeled on the bed, the mattress dipping under his heavy weight.

You parted your legs for him, waiting for him to take his place between them. And as he did, you spoke. «Permission to touch you, Grand Regent…?» You asked, your voice shaking as you felt your heart in your throat. You were doing what any sane person would avoid, playing a game that was way too dangerous for the prize you might win, and yet you kept on playing it. Thragg stilled his movements, one hand on your knee to pry your legs further apart. «Is that something you humans do?» You nodded, keeping a close watch on him as you tentatively moved one hand closer to his cock. Slowly, your fingers trembling slightly, waiting for him to reprimand you or straight up tear your arm away from your body. When his hand enveloped your wrist you gasped – flinched even, trying to pull away. Sure he’d rip you apart. You opened your mouth in a panic, already starting to blabber some apologies but his words cut you off. «Then touch me.» His grip firm on your hand, eyes never leaving yours as he dragged your hand to his cock.

It was warm, and silky, and too big for your fingers to wrap around its girth completely despite it still not being completely hard. You focused on your breathing first, trying to calm yourself and steady your arm. When you started to move your hand up and down his length, he didn’t react. Not a single movement, if not for the small twitch of his cock as it grew hard between your fingers. And that made you feel quite proud, cockiness rising in your chest. You shifted your position – the Grand Regent letting you do so. Not interfering with what you were doing, just observing. You got on your knees in front of him, hand still working his cock as you leaned in. He was tall enough that you could only reach up to his chest with your lips, placing them there. You closed your eyes as you breathed him in, his scent strong yet pleasant, a mix that reminded you of something old and sacred.  You opened your eyes again, a hint of reverence in them as you parted your lips to suck on his skin. Not that you could leave any mark of your passage there, but you were hoping he’d still feel the heat. The pleasure, as your hand kept on working on his length. Slowly, your thumb finding its head and rubbing it, feeling how pre oozed out of it, dirtying your fingers. You looked up at him with a gaze no one had ever reserved to him before, your tongue slowly licking a stripe up from his pecs to his jawline, where you started to place nibs and kisses. A pity you couldn’t sink your puny teeth into his skin, leaving pain you would have loved to soothe.

A gasp left your lips, breath warm against his skin when his big hands found your own chest. They were big enough to embrace your ribcage, his coarse thumbs brushing against your nipples. You had to concentrate all your willpower into not stopping your movements, fingers closing a little tighter around his cock – of all the things you had expected, to be touched by him was not one of them. His face didn’t transpire any kind of emotion, he was simply looking at where he was touching you. Your nipples growing hard, painfully so as he touched them. One of his hands moved to cup the soft flesh of your breast completely, pinching the sensitive nub and making you whimper. «Grand Regent-» Your words choked as you pressed your thighs together, you were dying to feel him inside of you. Your face buried in his neck as you kept on lavishing his skin with attention, your free hand moving up his body to hold onto his side. «We are alone, you may address me by my name.» His tone low, yet final. You nodded, and felt one of his hands moving to the back of your head, forcing you away from him. «Say it out loud.» «Yes- Yes, Thragg.» You nodded again, staring into the depth of his eyes and noticing something you hadn’t before. His ears were turning a cute shade of pink – deep, almost red. He was enjoying that, wasn’t he?

So you didn’t think when you smiled and leaned in, hands leaving his body to cup his cheeks. And you kissed him. Just a peck, soft and sweet, your lips melting against his, your breaths mingling together. And he moved as well, in a totally different way than yours. His hands moved to the soft flesh of your thighs, lifting you up effortlessly and lowering you down on his cock. You yelped, a sweet mix of pain and pleasure shooting up from your core – the sensation of being filled so quickly and roughly once again almost making your head spin. You pulled back from the kiss, lips parted as you panted, eyes half open as you looked at him. He was almost snarling, teeth gritting together as he moved you up and down his shaft, your arms now holding onto his shoulders for balance. Not that you needed to, you knew he wouldn’t let you fall, but it felt… right. Your hands on his skin, feeling how he was growing warmer and a little sweaty as his hips met yours. Your juices dripping down his length as his name fell from your lips like a prayer, reserved for his ears alone. He had to lean down, almost uncomfortably so, to have his lips find one of your nipples. Your arms wrapped around his neck and head, fingers finding his short hair as he sucked on your bud like a man starved. Teeth and lips and tongue sucking and probing the fatty skin of your breast – he was going to leave more than a few marks, and he was sloppy and inexperienced but he felt so, so good. So much so that you could feel yourself flutter around him, his movements unfaltering as he lavished you with attention he’d never given anyone before. And he could feel your body responding, and something akin to pride rising in his chest at that acknowledgement. Lips still closed around your nipple, one hand moved to your pussy. His thumb tentatively looking for that something that made you come – Thragg had no idea what it was and he did not care to ask for its name, but he knew he wanted to make you cum on his cock as you did. And he wanted to have you do that himself. When his digit found your sensitive nub, he noticed immediately. The way you tensed up in surprise, the way your blunt nails pressed a little harder against his skin. The change in your moans and breaths, the way your hips buckled up against his hand, begging for more friction. And Thragg was a generous man when he wanted to be, and he gave you just that. He had seen how you touched yourself, and he mimicked those movements. Still fucking himself into you, tongue twirling against your abused nipple, sending so many different inputs to your body and brain that you just couldn’t feel yourself anymore. 

How he managed to make you feel so good, so desperate, it was beyond you. You were a woman possessed, moving in tandem with him, only driven by pleasure and the desire to finally, finally cum on his cock as he filled you with his seed, as he got you all swelled up and pregnant with his baby.

«Thragg, please-» You cried out, getting his attention. He looked at you, letting go of your oversensitive nipple with a wet pop, tongue darting out to lick his lips clean as he slowed his pace. «Please what, little human? Are you asking me for favors already?» «Please- please make me cum-» You nodded, pleading– begging for him to finally give you what you so craved. And you could tell he smirked under his mustache, its end tilting just the tiniest bit outwards. His thumb pressed down harder on your clit, brushing circles on it as his hips picked up a deliciously faster pace with each thrust. You felt yourself tense up around him, finally, your hands gripping onto him for dear life as he brought you closer and closer to the orgasm you so desperately needed, your hips moving desperately to match his movements. You felt your body tense up as warmth pooled deep inside your belly – and Thrag didn’t stop as your walls clamped down on his cock rhythmically, guiding you through the pleasure as you pressed yourself into him, making you ride your bliss until the very last drop.

Face flushed red and lips parted, both your eyes and mind could barely focus on anything but the pleasure as you came down your high. And once you did, you felt him become even more rough. His hands finding your hips once again, moving you opposite to his own movements as he slammed himself in and out of you. Again and again, grunting and breathing heavily as he buried his face in the nape of your neck. All you could do was embrace him and accept him – you had no strength nor willingness to do anything else as he fucked himself stupid into your sweet, delicious warmth. His hips stuttered and his cock twitched inside of you, his body shaking from the pleasure as you squeezed him so deliciously tighter. He was more rough, more desperate now. Your body almost as he held you firmly, keeping you upright and safe. Your mind too gone to do anything but moan and beg and call for his name. And soon enough he was thrusting one, two, three more times before he stilled –  deep, deep inside of you. His fingers blossoming bruises on your hips from how hard he was holding onto you, filling your belly with all of his fertile seed – giving you all of himself.

The two of you stayed intertwined for a few minutes, him quickly catching his breath while you were still struggling to stop your body from trembling. He didn’t let go of you completely as he moved back, instead gently easing you down on the bed, letting you rest on your back. You looked so… beautiful. A beautiful mess, eyes struggling to focus on him as your skin bare his marks. Not enough, he reckoned, he shall leave more as they decorated your body wonderfully. His gaze moved down between your thighs, still parted and quivering, focusing on your core. Flushed and puffy, and- his fingers moved before his mind realized what he was doing. «This shall not go to waste.» He said, mostly to himself than to you as he scooped up his spent that was drooling out of your hole, then pressing them inside to stop the leakage. You widened your eyes as he did such a thing so naturally, staring at him in disbelief. But no words left your mouth, you just let him do whatever he was doing as you watched.

And he- he was a busy man. Not one to indulge in sex. Before you, he couldn’t even recall the last time he had it. Centuries, for sure. He had to have sex with you, it was his duty. He always did what he must do, which is why he came and met you and bred you once a day. And yet, now he craved more. His soft cock twitching at the single thought of fucking you again, already full of his seed and probably even already pregnant with his child. Sure, he was a busy man, but he also was the one in charge. He was the one who could, for once, make others wait.

And wait they will. His fingers moved away from you, big hands moving quickly and flipping you over. It all happened too suddenly for you to really react – when you had processed what he’d done, you were already tight between his muscular arms. Your back pressed against his, feeling just how warm he was, your skins sticking together. Your ass on his cock, you could clearly feel it grow hard again under you. But before that, you felt a sharp pain on your neck – and his breath against your skin as he bit down on you, his hands holding you firmly, keeping you prisoner to his every whim. Your hands moved up to rest onto his arms as he held you, your head tilting to grant him more access to your soft, delicious skin. Maybe letting him indulge wasn’t that bad, was it?

The next day you did start to regret letting him indulge – you even started to curse yourself for having taught him about carnal pleasures, although you were the first one to do so for selfish reasons.  Every single part of your body was aching and sore, bite marks and bruises covering a good part of your skin. Sure, you could have gone and gotten patched up at the medical bay, but the Grand Regent… Thragg seemed to like them, and you were afraid he could take offense in you getting rid of his marks. Luckily for you, this was the day. This was the last with him, if you were pregnant. You still had gone and met Thragg, and things had gone just as interestingly as they did the day before. Interestingly and tiring, you thought as you tried to compose yourself. You rested a little longer in the room after he’d left, the scent of sex still heavy in the air, hands cradling your belly as you sighed.  You knew you would maybe – just maybe, miss this routine a bit, were you to be pregnant. You were enjoying your encounters more than you were supposed to, but you also embarked on this knowing how it was going to be like. You knew these meetings would come to an end once you had fulfilled your role, and he’d be on his way to breed the next woman in line – if he wasn’t doing that already. You did not know, and you dare not ask.  And this coming to an end that was better for you, it meant you could just give him a child and leave Viltrum behind and go back to your home and- and still. A small, egotistical and foolish part of you knew you’d miss Thragg and the sex you had with him.

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Giving Earth a Chance

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Chapter 15 - The Next Day Word count: 2765

A/N: Apologies for the wait, but chapter 15 is finally here! I would like to try and keep a bi-weekly posting schedule for this fic, so unless life kicks me in the face you can expect chapter 16 to drop on the 11th of May! 💖 I can't thank you enough for the support this fic is getting! I'm sorry if I didn't get back to every comment but know that I read them all and giggled at them like the idiot I am. I hope you'll enjoy this chapter as well and how the story is progressing! Thank you for sticking around 💖

When you woke up the next day, you felt the urge to go peek into the living room to see if Thragg was still asleep there. And he was there, just not asleep. «You’re awake.» His voice made you hold your breath for a moment, you had barely put half or your head through the door and he’d caught you. Just like that, flagrantly. He was sitting on the couch, typing on his phone. He didn’t even turn his head to look at you, his peripheral vision must’ve been something else. «Did you sleep well?» It was the only logical thing that you could think to ask at that moment. A myriad of thoughts were still swirling around your groggy brain, and you did feel weird about having your… mate there, so casually. You also did feel very weird at having Thragg officially be your boyfriend, truthfully. Part of you expected your relationship to develop this way, but another was still unsettled by him as a whole. «Not quite, I am too big for your couch. But I have slept in worse situations. Did you sleep well?» He asked, despite already knowing the answer.

When he came back in the morning, just shy of an hour before you woke up, he checked back on you. Quietly opening the door to take a look inside, to take a look at you. He didn’t need to, but to him it felt like something he had to do. And you were still there, still asleep. Unaware that he had ever left. Still beautiful as you were when he’d gone out — that fleeting thought making him hold the handle of your door a little too tightly, the metal bending under his fingers. At the realization he let go of it, checking the damage and hoping you wouldn’t realize how the knob was no longer the shape it was before.

You nodded awkwardly, still standing on the door, hesitant to make your way inside. «Let us go get breakfast together, we have much to discuss.» Your eyes narrowed at his words, wondering exactly what you had to discuss. But you knew you’d find out soon enough, so you agreed before retreating to your bathroom to make yourself at least decent for the outing. Washing your face, brushing your teeth. Wondering if you should make yourself pretty with makeup, although he had just seen you with dry drool on your chin and didn’t say a word so maybe he didn’t mind even if you went out with no makeup on at all. Why were you even worrying about that? The things between the two of you were official now, true, but not much else had changed. Right? And still you did feel a bit giddy about it, and you felt like you wanted to impress him. You wanted to hear compliment you, telling you you’re pretty and how he likes the colors of your clothes against your skin, and- A sigh left your lips as you looked at your face in the mirror, the eyes staring back at you filled with judgement. All these butterflies in your stomach just because he was hot and maybe immortal. You had not put that to the test yet – mostly because you hadn’t really found an ethical way to do so. But the doubt did creep in. What if he wasn’t? What if he was just lying for some twisted, fucked up reason? You’d have lost time (although sure, you did have plenty of that) and you’d end up with your heart wounded and a little less trust in people. But if he was…

You had half-expected a good morning kiss when you came out of the bathroom, ready to go get breakfast with him. Yet, Thragg didn’t kiss you this time around. He had picked up the habit of kissing you when he saw you and to say goodbye, but this time he didn’t. Maybe because, in his eyes, you had spent the night together so there was no need for a kiss as a greeting? Maybe a “good morning” for him was sufficient? You really, really wanted to take a peek inside his brain to try and understand how it worked. You had also wondered if you should take his hand as you walked? His arm? Walk alongside him while keeping your arm wrapped around his, or having him rest his arm around your shoulders? You liked the image in your head, but he did nothing of the sort and you felt a bit too awkward to try and do anything at all, so you just walked next to him. You did notice that he was walking a little slower than usual, though, so that you did not have to rush your pace to keep up with his own.

You were so immersed in your thoughts that you didn’t speak for the entirety of the walk — and neither did he. You were following him, not paying much attention to the streets you were walking on. You didn’t even notice all the little things you liked about walking around – the buzzing of people, the warm morning air, the scent of flowers mixing with that of corner vendors already preparing food for the day. You only came back to planet Earth when Thragg stopped, and so did you. And you were standing in front of the breakfast place you had brought him to for your first date, a mix of surprise and fondness filling your heart and making you crack a smile.  The place wasn’t as crowded as it was the first time you had been there together, and the waiter managed to get you seated quickly and at a nicer spot — one in which Thragg could almost fit comfortably. You both looked at the menu for a couple of minutes before the same server came back and asked if you were ready to order. And before you could reply, Thragg spoke for the both of you and ordered what you had gotten the first time. He remembered, and that felt… weirdly good. «Is that fine with you?» Thragg asked, wanting to confirm with you the choice of food. And you nodded, looking at him before thanking the waiter. Not only had he remembered what you got the last time, he asked you if what he got you was what you wanted. He was becoming more attentive, wasn’t he?

«You said we had…» You tried to recall his words as the waiter left, «much to discuss, right? What did you want to talk with me about?» You asked, genuinely curious as to what he wanted to talk with you about. Maybe something to do with keeping the relationship private? «Marriage.» Your jaw dropped, that single word almost giving you whiplash. Maybe he wasn’t that different from when you first met him. You stared at him for a moment, trying and failing to see if you had misunderstood what he had just said, despite knowing you had heard him loud and clear. «Absolutely not.» And it was his turn to be taken aback from your words — you watched as his eyes widened a bit and he opened his mouth to speak, only to pause for a moment. Dark eyes reading your expression, reflecting. «We will discuss this. Marriage is the most logical step now.» He narrowed his eyes, arms crossing to his chest. «In a year maybe, or ten! Or a hundred since we have all the time in the world and then some!» You exclaimed, quite ready to defend your stance. Mimicking his posture, you were not backing down on this. «I fail to see why we should not get married now, little bug. We are going to spend the rest of our long lives together anyway.» He retorted as he straightened up in his chair, staring at you. «We might, we might not. I barely know you and there’s- there’s so much to do before I might want to get married to you, Thragg! Or to anyone else, for what matters.» You took a deep breath before speaking again, still staring at him, «I don’t know, more dates for example?! Go to the movies, have a picnic, even go on holiday together! Getting to know each other better, you know? Then live together for a while — maybe you don’t wash the dishes or you pee all over the toilet seat and you don’t pick up after yourself! I don’t want to live with a manchild, and if we marry before we live together how would I know if you are one? And then even- even have sex! What if we like different things and we only find out after we’re married? That would suck and I have zero intentions of putting myself through that.» Your voice came out a little too high, drawing attention from the other patrons as your food arrived, the waiter seemingly very interested in what was going on between the two of you. «You can move into my apartment, you already know where it is. The code to the building’s door is 745100, I’ll give you a copy of the key to my place. It’s the loft on the last floor.» «No, that’s still-» you sighed, holding your face between your hands in exasperation.There was no limit at how dense he could be, apparently.

«I don’t know a single thing about you, Thragg. I agreed to be your girlfriend because- because you’re hot. And, quite frankly, I am afraid of watching everyone I know and love die while I just… won’t. So even if you’re weird and unsettling I thought “why not” but you- you never share anything about yourself! I don’t know you, Thragg, I don’t know your birthday, I don’t know anything about your family, I don’t even know where you’re from! And yet I have people left and right telling me that I should give you a chance, that I just have to be patient and I’m trying, I am, but then you do something so unsettling as to ask to talk about marriage after having been together for less than twenty four fucking hours!» Thragg didn’t acknowledge the food, he didn’t even blink as you spoke. His dark eyes never leaving your face as you let out your frustration and doubts, and only you were done he talked. And he tensed up for a moment, before relaxing. His hands coming down to rest on the table, fingers tapping lightly on it. «What do you want to know about me?» «Are you immortal?» Your voice lower now, wanting to keep this discussion between the two of you. «Not in the way you are, not quite. I can still die if, for example, you cut my head off. But the older I get, the slower I age. I do not recall the date of my birth, but I am somewhere between one and two thousand years old. Apologies for my inaccuracy, but counting time in single years loses meaning when you live for so long.» You couldn’t quite place the thing you felt in your stomach. Awe? Fear? Confusion? He didn’t seem to be lying. And yet for someone who was alive for so long, how could he be so bad at being human? 

«Kregg and the others, are they like you?» «They are, and of course I ask you that you do not share this knowledge with anyone. And I mean anyone. Nobody has to know what I am sharing with you.» He didn’t say it out loud, but you could feel the subtle threat linger in the air. You felt it in your bones, fear, the same one you had felt the first time you’d seen him. «Wait. Is Tania like you, too?» «No,» Thragg shook his head, teeth clenching just for a moment, «she is not one of us. She is a human like any other, and she is not aware of the difference between us. And she shall not be made aware, am I understood?» «Why? Why tell me and not her? And why are you keeping this secret? Is the GDA-» «Cecil Stedman and his people are not aware of us, and they shall never be made aware. You know what he does to people that are not like him, you experience it on your skin.» He cut you off, the tone in his voice making you stiffen up while your food grew cold in front of you, untouched, «Now I will ask you one last time, am I understood?» You nodded, a knot forming in your stomach before you managed to push out a weak «Yes. I won’t talk about this to anyone. I promise.»

«My kind did not mix with human society before. We were forced to do so after our numbers were cut short.» He resumed talking, seemingly trusting your words. «So you’ve lived for centuries, during the rise and fall of empires and kings and as history was being written and you-» The need to know more about him and his kin overriding the fear you were feeling. He was talking now, and you needed to have him keep on doing so. «We kept to ourselves, away from the prying eyes of humans.» «That's a terrible use of longevity.» Your words making him stare at you with an annoyed look on his face, «What about your family? Don’t you have parents, siblings? Children…?» You inquired, hesitant on the last word. «I had them. We all did. But they are dead now, all of them. A virus wiped out most of us years ago — all that is left of our kind now are thirty-seven people.» He paused, such words weighing heavy on both him and you, «Which is why we took the decision to finally enter your society, to try and save ourselves from extinction.» A virus? Was that…? It was, wasn’t it? It had to be, and that made you feel a pang of guilt. Your mere existence had helped with the creation of the vaccine but still, it had taken longer than expected and so, so many people died and… that was a dark time, one you really tried not to think about. «I… am sorry to hear that. I can’t even begin to imagine how terrible that must have been, to lose so many people…» «There is no need to feel sorry, what has happened is in the past.» Thragg finally lowered his gaze to the food, fork digging into his pancakes, «We are looking at our future now, one that will be deeply intertwined with yours. Although our cultures are vastly different, we are trying our best to assimilate and live with your kin.» «Kregg is really good at that.» You remarked, looking at your own breakfast as you began to eat it, too. «Indeed he is.»

The idea of sharing such a trivial moment with a man who claimed to be thousands of years old, part of some obscure civilization that had lived hidden from society for who knows how long and were now on the brink of extinction… it felt absurd, and yet you believed him. «Were you married before…?» You asked, quite reluctant to hear his reply but still wanting to know, sipping on your drink to try and act casual about it. From how he spoke it seemed like he did have children, and a part of you was glad he did not give you a more definite answer. «Not quite. I had a few mates during the years, but I never considered myself married to any of them.» Only when he saw the questioning look you gave him, did he elaborate. «Marriages in my culture are nothing like they are in yours. They are…» he paused, looking for the correct words, «an understanding between two people. No ceremonies, no others to witness the deal. One mate is loyal to the other until they decide to part ways in a more or less amicable way.» «Is that what you propose between us…?» «No. I want to follow your customs. Properly marry you and have you as mine.» «Then, I stand firm in my stance to not get married this soon.» Thragg merely huffed at your words, not saying anything else before turning his focus solely on his food.

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Just a volunteer

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Chapter 7. Word count: 1157

A/N: This!!! Is the final chapter eheh I hope you enjoyed the ride and will enjoy this as well! Thank you for reading 💖

Sunbathing was pleasant on Viltrum. The way the sun kissed your skin reminded you of your home, the warmth bringing your mind back to Earth. To its climate, its scents. Small things like the birds singing – you missed those, here on Viltrum. And you missed your favorite foods, the ones served here just a bleak copy made to be balanced in terms of nutritional value. And you missed your family, your friends. Sure, you could send messages back home. Pictures even, but everything was strictly controlled. You were not allowed to let people on Earth know how things were really going on Viltrum. They needed to stay in their bubble, they needed to keep on sending volunteers here. Everything needed to be a well oiled machine, and you nor anyone else could be allowed to be the one rusty clog to stop and break the delicate balance between Earth and Viltrum. Viltrum. Your new planet, your new home. Your new golden cage, decorated and made pretty just for you.

When things had turned sour for you, Mr. Stedman did try to make the Grand Regent see reason. You had to give it to him, he tried. He really did, but he didn’t have any ways to stop the Regent from getting what he wanted, no real leverage to trade in for your freedom. All he could do afterwards was apologize, and ask for your cooperation. You could tell he was not big on apologies, yet his eyes spoke volumes. He was sorry, disappointed in himself even. And yet there was nothing him or anyone else could do for you. You knew what you could do. You knew you could refuse, fight back. But then what? You would probably end up dead or worse, and you’d put everyone else’s lives and freedom at risk. So you took yet another foolish decision in a long series of them, and decided to go along with what the Grand Regent of the Viltrum Empire wanted.

The clothes you wore now were prettier than the plain white ones you and the other volunteers were given for your stay. You were given dresses – red and flowy, the unearthly fabric as light as air and feeling both cool and warm on your skin. They fit your form well, they were made just for you. They looked pretty in the sun, and so did you. And so did Viltrum from up where you were watching it. From the balcony in Thragg’s personal quarters, where you’d spend most of your time. A small sigh left your lips as you looked down at the planet below, people going around in all directions and yet so orderly. Ships and other means of transportation arriving and leaving always at every time of day and night. You decided to head back inside – you knew Thragg would come back to you soon.

You huffed as you sat on the bed – it was tall and big, and with your belly heavy with his children it was a bit of a struggle to push yourself up there comfortably. Children. You could swear his eyes shone when he found out you were carrying twins. His people had none for centuries, millennia even – that’s what he had told you as he kneeled down in front of you, big hands on your sides as he observed your body, where his children would grow. You felt butterflies in your stomach at that moment. The look in his eyes, the devotion, the hope- How foolish you had been. You laid down, sinking in the plush mattress as your dress almost blended in with the crimson sheets. Closing your eyes, hands on your belly as you felt one of the babies kick, making your nose wrinkle from the pain. They were still small but you could tell they’d grow up to be as strong and fierce as your husband.

Your husband. That is what he was to you, he had told you. He had declared you and him wife and husband, according to Viltrumite traditions – which were vastly different from the ones you were used to on Earth. It was a matter of strength, of owning. There was no love, no ceremony, no holiness in such union. When a stronger Viltrumite laid a claim on a weaker one and wanted the weaker one for themselves, they would become husband and wife. Until the stronger partner decided they did not want them anymore, and then the weaker one would be free again. Or until someone challenged and defeated the stronger partner, and then the weakest one would belong to the new husband or wife. Or until the weakest one defeated the stronger one, the one who owned them. Those were the only ways for the marriage to be over. And they had no concept of monogamy – still, just strength. The strongest deserved to grow their bloodline and were allowed as many partners as they could subdue, the latter owning loyalty to who owned them.

You only pushed yourself up on your elbows when you heard the heavy door open, and in walked Thragg. Serious and stoic as ever, he only looked at you as he disrobed from his royal cape.  He didn’t say a word as he walked to the bed, and neither did you. He kneeled down in front of you, hands parting your legs so he could take his rightful place between them. «I missed the warmth of your body.» Was all he said, eyes never leaving your form as his hands lifted up your garments, revealing your beautiful core to his hungry gaze.

Viltrumites did not need to sleep as much as humans did if at all, but the Grand Regent had picked up the habit of lying with you most nights, at least until you fell asleep. Holding your soft form from behind, one hand on your belly to feel the babies growing in there. It was in those moments that you dared to talk to him, when you felt brave enough. «Are you going to take any more wives, Thragg…?» You asked, your voice feeble and soft just like the last of your hopes. If he did find interest in any other woman maybe, just maybe- «I will.» He nuzzled his face against your neck, breathing in your scent as he basked in the aftermath of your coupling. And you felt your heart skip a beat, that flicker of hope reigniting inside of you. You held your breath for a moment, biting down on your lower lip as you felt happy tears form in your eyes after you had cried so many desperate ones. Maybe it wasn’t so foolish to hope, maybe you could go back to Earth, to your family, leave this all behind and- «After your death. Until then, you will be the one to keep my bed warm, always swollen with my seed. My dearest, little human.»

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Chapter 14 - Chocolates Word count: 2545

«How did you even get inside my apartment building…?» You had grabbed a blanket to cover up, now feeling quite self-conscious about the silly pajama you were wearing. Sitting opposite to him on the couch, feet resting against his thigh — you might as well soak up his body heat since he didn’t seem to mind. «I have seen you put in the code and memorized it.» Of course he did. And you could’ve guessed as much. At least he didn’t pick the lock to your apartment or full on bashed the door in. «Still, when you said we should reschedule you could have waited for me to reply and find another date instead of just… welcoming yourself here.» You pointed out yet another obvious thing, hands gripping your blanket in the hopes of finding some comfort. And hoping to calm down, you could still feel your accelerated heartbeat in your chest and your cheeks were embarrassingly warm. «As I said, I tire of waiting.» «You also seem even more grumpy than usual. Was the work emergency that bad?» You pried. Despite everything you were still set to understand why he called off the dinner, he owed you that much. «Not at all. It worked as it should have, but I am displeased that I had to call off our dinner.» He paused, as if searching for the right words, «My firm merged with another one. Or rather, it was acquired. Not an ideal thing but a necessary one, and I had to deal with the other firm’s people today. We had not scheduled a meeting so I was not expecting them to come here so early, and with such unfortunate timing.» «So you came here to… vent?» «And to make up for the missed dinner, although I see you ate already.» Thragg explained, nodding towards the empty bags of junk food that still laid on the coffee table, all crumpled up. «Yeah, are you hungry…? I can get you something.» You almost felt bad for having eaten without him. But then again, you couldn’t in any way know he’d just come to your house unannounced. «I’m not hungry.»

«Ok, so… can we maybe address the elephant in the room…?» Thragg looked confused at your words for a moment, looking at the room before seemingly grasping the meaning of your words, eyes narrowed and staring right at you once again, «Elaborate.» «You came here and kissed me.» «You kissed me first.» Really? You couldn’t really keep a straight face at his words, eyes going wide and eyebrows shooting up as you looked at him in disbelief. «On the cheek! That’s not the same thing!» «You are my mate, I can kiss you when I please.» «Your mate.» «Yes.» «Oh for the love of all that is holy.» You got up, blanket forgotten on the couch as you headed for the kitchen to grab some chocolates. You really, really needed that. 

As you opened the pantry and got on your toes to get them — wondering why you kept on stashing the sweets so up high, you felt Thragg lean in from behind you and effortlessly grab them for you. His body brushing against yours for a moment and almost making you jump in surprise as you hadn’t even heard him trailing behind. How could someone so big be so noiseless? He took a step back and handed you the bag of chocolates in silence, his deep dark eyes looking at you with his usual, cold expression. «Personal space means nothing to you, doesn’t it?» You stared back at him, shushing him away with a gesture of your hand – and he took the tiniest step back. «You are my mate, we can share your space.» «Okay, let’s discuss that. Who said I’m okay with being your so-called mate? Which is a weird term in and of itself. Girlfriend or even partner would be better words, but let’s not get lost in the semantics.» You asked, leaning back against the counter as you opened the bag, eating the first of probably many pralines you were going to devour during what was certainly going to be an enlightening discussion. «We have been dating, we have kissed. We are a couple. Mates. It’s simple and logical.» Thragg replied, arms crossing to his chest. «As simple and logical as humans are widely known to be,» you nodded, your sarcasm probably lost on him as he didn’t even crack the tiniest smile, «Anyway. People usually have to, I don’t know, agree to be a couple? Officially.» Thragg had the audacity to roll his eyes, picking up a chocolate from the bag himself and eating it. His eyebrows raised as he looked at the bag, a surprised expression on his face as he licked his upper lip before moving your gaze back on you and speaking again.

«Do you want to be my mate, little bug?» «I’ll think about that.» You replied, staring up at him with an unamused expression as you popped another chocolate. And that annoyed him. You saw his expression shift, his eyes darkening as he closed the distance between the two of you, once again crowding your space and making you feel impossibly small next to him. «I know what you’re doing, little bug. Playing hard to get,» his hands moved to grab onto your hips, squeezing them ever so slightly as he lifted you up with ease. He made you sit on the counter as he leaned down to be at eye level with you, «I am tired of playing games, but I can indulge you. What do you want, more dates? More kisses?» His left hand trailed up your body, fingers brushing against the soft fabric of your pajamas as goosebumps formed in its wake, until he reached your cheek and cupped it, «More empty yet pretty words that hold no real value? I made my intentions with you clear from the beginning, I courted you. You know what I wanted with you, and I know what you want with me, so stop playing around.»

He didn’t give you time to reply, his lips pressing against yours before you could utter a single word. And this — this wasn’t just a peck like the one he gave you on the door. He didn’t pull away almost immediately after your lips brushed together this time, no. This wasn’t a quick, chaste kiss.  His lips forced yours open, his hand keeping your face steady as you gripped the chocolate bag you were still holding between your hands. He bit down on your lip hard, swallowing your pained whimper alongside the tiny amount of blood he drew, your soft skin already healing close as he licked it soothingly. And then the sweetness of the chocolate in your mouth mixed with his flavor, his tongue chasing yours as you breathed him in. You felt light, and fuzzy, and warm — a familiar sensation spreading in the pit of your belly. And you felt silly at the same time, getting all worked up from a kiss you weren’t even sure you wanted. And oh, it was a rough kiss. A bad one, even. His tongue pushing way too deep into your mouth as you couldn’t even breathe anymore, saliva drooling down your chin while he didn’t seem to care about the mess.

When he finally pulled away you coughed and breathed heavily, your face flushed as if you were some highschooler – both from the lack of air and the fact that you shamefully enjoyed that sloppy kiss. Hopefully he wouldn’t tease, but you didn’t expect him to be so above that. «Are we in an agreement?» He was still close enough that you felt the warmth of his breath on your face. The pool of darkness of his eyes staring straight into your soul, making a shiver run down your spine. But you were anything but a coward. «I’m not sure, maybe you need to do that again so I can better judge what you’re bringing to the table?» His eyebrow raised at you sheer audacity, but who was he to refuse an easy way to get you compliant. Your hands let go of the chocolate bag, pralines falling on the floor as you found his shirt, pulling him even closer, noses brushing together and making you smile. His wide figure took his place between your parted legs but, before his lips could close in on yours, one of your hands stopped him, fingers resting on his mouth. «Less tongue.» You whispered, only removing your hand once he nodded. One hand still cupping your cheek, the other gripping your side to keep you where he wanted you to be. His mouth met yours once again, kissing you with the hunger of a man starved. You held onto him just as much as he held onto you, your lips closing against one of his and sucking, taking in his taste. The feeling of his mustache prickling your skin almost made you giggle, a smile forming in your lips as you parted them to taste Thragg once more. He was a quick learner, being more attentive with his tongue, brushing it against yours and biting and sucking, mimicking your movements. He was growing more rough and aggressive, uncaring of how his teeth closed around your tongue from time to time, enjoying the little sounds you let slip from time to time. He knew he could be mean, that you’d heal, and he took advantage of that. His canines biting and teasing, his greed stealing all of your breaths and whimpers as his hands gripped down harder on you.

As you pushed him away gently, breathing heavily once again, you nodded. One hand letting go of his shirt, gripping the sleeve of your PJs and brushing your lips clean with it. «I’ll be your mate. For now.»  That audacity again, it was both refreshing and infuriating to have someone — especially a human, stand up to him like that. «Wise little bug.» He teased, but you were too busy trying to recompose yourself to really care. «Come on, I was watching a movie. I’ll give you a recap and we can finish it together.» You decided, jumping down from the counter and making a point to not step on the chocolates, making the conscious decision to ignore them. They’d be a problem for future you to deal with.

In the end, you still barely paid attention to the movie. While Thragg seemed to be engrossed in it, barely sparing you a glance during the whole hour you had left of it, you couldn’t help but peek at him and recall the feeling of his hands on you and the way he kissed you and- that made you cringe as you laid in bed. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you stared up at the ceiling, hugging your pillow. You were not at an age in which you should’ve felt like that for a couple kisses, and yet there you were. A highschool girl on her first crush. That did feel a little pathetic, but you chose not to dwell on it for too long. More importantly, you were no longer single and you had to find a way to break the news to your friends. Tomorrow, maybe. Or the day after it. Because right now your kind couldn’t help but go back to the events of the evening, and to the fact that he was sleeping on your couch at that very moment. You were.. excited? Anxious even at the events of the day – and you made the mental note to actually try and pry more on the work issue. He didn’t tell you much and you had told yourself you wanted a valid excuse and all that, didn’t you? You were thinking so many things all at once that you lost track of them over and over again, and in the end your last thought went to him – in the other room, on your couch, asleep. Maybe dreaming of you.

Except, he wasn’t. Not dreaming, not even sleeping – Thragg was wide awake, staring up at the ceiling just as you had been. Only, his mind was occupied with different thoughts as his legs dangled from the couch too small for him to properly lay down. He was pleased with how things were progressing with you, although it would be even better if he could speed the process up. Pure Viltrumite children took long enough to become proper fighters — human hybrids would probably develop their powers even later. Then there is the learning, the training. Sure, he knew he was playing the long game and he was a patient man, but he was still hoping to find a way to hasten the process. Especially since a tiny part of him, one he dared not listen to too frequently, had enjoyed the time he’d spent with you. Your attention, your kisses.  Those did feel weird — Viltrumites don’t kiss, they don’t do any kind of affection. They breed and call it a day, that’s how it has always been for him, that’s what he’d always known. But those kisses — your taste, the way your lips felt against his, the tiny little sounds of pleasure you made… the pleasure he himself felt when holding you. The kisses he shared with you were nothing like that first, pathetic experience he’d had. He did not mind the ones he took from you, he liked them. And he would’ve wanted more.  It wasn’t just his body that reacted to them, he had expected as much. He’d expected to get turned on, but he knew better than to act hastily. Which is why he had stopped – after all, his self-control was unmatched, and he knew that going straight to breeding after just moments of being “official” as you had put it would’ve been unwise. Despite his best efforts to focus on other things, his mind kept on wandering back to you. To your touch, no matter how many times he shook those thoughts away. He needed to concentrate on what he had to do now, his next steps. 

Thragg waited for you to fall asleep, quietly coming into your bedroom to check and make sure you were deep in your slumber. Something unknown tugged at his heart as he looked at you – your eyes closed, your breaths slow and deep as the moonlight caressed your skin. Alas, this wasn’t a time for him to sleep nor ponder. He silently closed the door to your room behind himself before sneaking out. More urgent matters during the night needed his attention.  It was time for him to check on the reports and see the progress his people were making. He made his way down the stairs of your building, the tiny, metallic key of your apartment held firmly between his fingers. He’d have Thula make a copy of it before you’d even realize it was gone, and he – he would have a way easier access to your home.

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Just a volunteer

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Chapter 6. Word count: 1081

You were enjoying the fresh air out with Carol and another few of the women you had got to know on Viltrum, enjoying the first day of freedom from your breeding duties. Now that you were pregnant, you no longer had to be subjected to that. All you had to do was to take care of yourself and be punctual with your meals and medical checkups. You had more time to go to the gym and join some non-mandatory fitness or prenatal courses – because they did have those, kindly imported from Earth. «You should join us at the yoga in water course,» Martha nodded as she spoke, taking a bite out of one of the snacks you were allowed to eat that did not taste too bland, «trust me, it’s fun! And now that you won’t have to worry about the breeding and getting ready for it every day, you’ll have a lot of free time, you’ll see.» The others agreed with her words, sharing their experiences of how things had gotten better and more light-hearted now that they were to only worry about the babies they were carrying rather than the men that had put them there. «You still haven’t told how the Grand Regent was.» Emily, always one for gossip you’d come to learn quickly. She was one of the women who had been paired with Kregg – basically Thragg’s right hand from what you knew, and was carrying his child for a second time. Life here is quite boring, she told you when you met her the first time, so yes, I like to stick my nose around to make it a little less boring! She was in one of the first groups of humans that had come to Viltrum, and pretty much decided to stay as long as she could despite the boredom. She loved the scenery and not having to worry about trivial things, she said.

«He’s… uh, big?» You replied, expression uncertain as you were aware that sharing how unusual your encounters with Thragg were might put you in a bad position. He hadn’t explicitly told you not to talk about them – or better, he had not said a word to you about how you should act outside those chambers. But you felt it in your gut that he wasn't one to share his personal life. Although, you were not sure if you could be considered a part of his personal life at all. Emily and the others were staring at you, mimicking with their hands just how big they thought he was. And you indulged them, hands straight in front of you and moving them apart until you reached more or less Thragg’s length. And they giggled and wooed like highschoolers. It was a bit heartwarming how you could have fun with such trivial things, despite still being just breeding stock for an alien race that looked down on you. Humans really can find joy in the smallest, silliest things, can’t they?

«Ah! I knew he couldn’t be bigger than Conquest. Every part of that man is massive.»  Hannah jumped in, coming closer to you and moving her own hands in front of yours – give or take one inch further apart than yours. Her belly was so big it made her look disproportionate.  «Your baby is going to be as big as his father, isn’t he?» You asked with a smile, making her snort a laugh. «He is. Thank God for the anesthetics they have on here or I think I would just refuse to push him out!» She laughed before looking back at you, a little worry in her eyes, «Still, the Grand Regent is quite big as well, and…» She paused again, her eyes darting to the bruise that was peeking out from your shirt, right between your shoulder and neck, before placing a warm, comforting hand on your arm, «Are you sure you’re okay?»       You nodded, your hand moving on top of hers as you gave her a grateful smile. «I’m fine, don’t worry, I-»   

You knitted your brows together as a shadow cast on yourself and the others, and you noticed how Hannah raised her gaze and got pale, her hand moving away from you.

«You are not where you are supposed to be.» 

You did not have to turn around to know whose voice that was. But you knew you had to, despite your blood freezing in your veins, despite feeling your body stiffen up, movements hard as if you were suddenly made of concrete. And so you did, bowing down to the ground as all the other women did the same. You only lifted your head to speak, tilting it up to look at him, hands still on the ground in reverence. He was several feet up in the sky, the blood red of his clothes a stark contrast with the pale blue of the sky behind him. His arm crossed to his chest as he stared sternly down at you, his cape lazily flowing in the soft breeze of what was a spring day on Viltrum. «Grand Regent, I’m pregnant with your child. I-» «As you should be. That I know. Yet I do not recall allowing you to not attend your duties.» Your confusion, your sheer panic made you speak before you could think about what he said and what you should – or shouldn’t say. «I- I’m pregnant, my duties are-» «Talk back to me another time, human, and I will not overlook your insolence.» His words as cold as his voice when he turned around, only sparing you a glance from above his shoulder, «I will see that you are escorted where you have to be. I will be waiting.»

You were still staring at his back, getting smaller and smaller as he flew away from you. You could hear the other women talking to you, but not quite understanding what they were saying. You could feel their touch on your arms, their hands on your face as they shook you lightly. You could see someone’s face in front of you, who was that again? Her lips were moving but you couldn’t quite comprehend the shapes they were making or the sounds that came out of it. All you could hear was the ringing in your ears, all you could feel were how cold your fingers were and how fast your heart was beating.

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