In (Consensual) Violence We Trust

Let me show every man who didn’t bother to try exactly how perfect you look when you lose control.

Let me fuck you in front of your current and past crushes so that they see what they’re missing.

The minotaur peacekeeper cages you against the citrus tree. Your basket falls, fruit rolling at your feet. Petals dance around you, falling from the force of your body's impact against the trunk in a fragrant rain.

"Tell me, little novice," he growls, his breath hot and wet against your ear. "Tell me what you imagined."

You can only whimper, because-- oh, gods, he can't ask that of you. Your gift is only for those blessed by your god, only those chosen to receive his light. Even if the great bull has, impossibly, seen straight through you, to the heart of your desire for him. Somehow seen your need, watching him day after day on his patrol.

Your robe falls away as he flips you around, pressing you against the tree. He's so huge, you can feel him against your back, hard and insistent.

"Tell me," he repeats, more urgently this time. Your robe slides away as he paws at your thigh, exposing miles of skin to dappled sunlight. "Did you imagine me slipping into the temple in the dead of night? When your god cannot help you? Or did you picture it like this?"

The minotaur, hooves planted firmly, rolls his hips even as he pulls you closer. Firm. Bruising.

"Is this what you wanted? Did you imagine, little novice, me bending you over this very tree? Taking you under Apollo's own sky, where anyone could see?"

Alien Owner! Who takes you back home with them, rambling excitedly in a language you can't even dream of understanding- you just know you probably won't be seeing the streets any time soon

Alien Owner! Who researches for weeks about their new human, spending hours every day on forums and blogs compiling a list of how to best take care of you, while you come to realize that apparently, humans are a pretty common ‘exotic pet’

Alien Owner! Who does everything in their power to make you happy and comfortable, buying you all the best foods, beds, toys—anything and everything you could possibly want

Alien Owner! Who learns one day that humans ovulate once a month—but not that it's only some humans—and believes it's just like other animals going into heat

Alien Owner! Who decides one day that you're acting differently from usual, that it must be because of your ‘heat’, and that, being a good owner, they have to do something about it to make their little human happy and comfortable!

Alien Owner! Who makes happy clicks and trills at you, petting your body, nuzzling and licking your skin, until you start to react- always watching closely to make sure they're not hurting or stressing you out

Alien Owner! Whose whole species, you learn, are hermaphrodites; when their strange cock breaches their slick pussy out of nowhere, rubbing at your stomach and the curve of your hip like it's looking for entry

Alien Owner! Whose anatomy is distinctly inhuman, with strange curves and twists and…spines? But who feels so, so good when inside and wrapped around you, stroking all the right places

Alien Owner! Who makes you cum embarrassingly fast, and embarrassingly hard, leaving your body trembling and legs unusable while they coo and pet you like a dog, pulling away like nothing happened