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Beyond The Horizon. 1.
🕑 Added 2023-05-29 21:25:43 +0000 UTCLosing to Tilda in their final battle, Aloy is unwillingly brought aboard the Zenith ship and spirited far, far away from Earth. Alone in Tilda's clutches, Aloy learns just what the immortal woman wants from her...
-o-o-o-
Aloy spat blood, hauling herself up from the hard metal floor onto her elbows. Her vision swam, droplets of deep red spattering the white below her, blossoming like flowers as they dribbled from her lips and nose.
Something hard and heavy and painful smacked down into her spine and she was knocked flat, leaking blood into a puddle that now covered her cheek.
“It didn’t have to be this way, Aloy.” Tilda’s cold, proud voice said as her nanotech battle suit swam over the barbarian hero’s body. Aloy shuddered as she felt it melt and seal her into a shimmering cocoon. “I told you, you couldn’t beat me… you didn’t have to fight. I’m trying to save you!”
Aloy growled, rolling her eyes to the side and squinting venomously up at the pale bitch who had beaten her.
“You can’t do this.” She managed to spit, chest feeling as much crushed by her shame and heartbreak as it did from Tilda’s vicious blows. “You… can’t…”
“No, Aloy, you can’t.” Tilda said, wincing sympathetically and lowering herself to the ground, free of her suit. She reached out and brushed some flaming hair out of Aloy’s battered face. “You can’t fight Nemesis; it annihilated our entire world. You can’t even conceive of its destructive power. It doesn’t matter how strong or smart or brave you are, the only hope is to run.”
“Leave… me.” Aloy rasped, shivering with disgust as Tilda’s hand caressed her cheek. “Want… to die… fighting.”
“No.”
Tilda sounded angry, that false tenderness abandoned in the face of Aloy’s defiance. She used a nanotech pillar to haul Aloy’s cocoon upright and grasped her cheeks. “I lost Elizabet once for this planet, not again.”
“I’m not her!”
Tilda smiled sadly and wiped away a trickle of blood with her paper-white thumb. “You’re all I have left.”
She turned and began to draw the cocoon towards the towering pillar that would shuttle them away from earth, away from the Forbidden West, the Tenakth and the Utaru. Away from Erend, Alva and Kotallo. Away from everything.
“Wait… please!” Aloy pleaded as she was dragged. “Please… I’m begging you! You hear me…? I’m begging!”
“I’m sorry Aloy, there’s no choice here.”
Aloy cried out and thrashed as much as she could, body wracked with pain as her bruises and broken bones complained at the movement.
Her eyes darted around, desperate to find any avenue of escape, any weapon she could use to free herself. There was none, what she saw instead was a crouching figure, dressed in white, with a shock of red hair and a terrified expression on her face.
Aloy and Beta locked eyes.
Her younger sister swallowed and set her jaw, tensing, ready to spring.
Aloy shook her head weakly, “No… Beta… don’t”
Beta was already moving, clutching a broken pipe and yelling with rage as she charged Tilda…
…who swatted her aside with a wave of her hand, and pinned her to the floor with a nanotech arm.
“No! No, no, no Tilda don’t!”
Tilda paused, eyes drifting to Aloy’s bloodstained, tear licked face.
“Tilda, please.” Aloy whimpered. “Please.”
“You barely know her.” She said softly, confused and intrigued. “She’ll die with everyone else when Nemesis comes.”
“We can fight it… you and I.” Aloy breathed, “Together, just like you wanted… side by side.”
“No.” Tilda said, sighing and coming back towards Aloy. She cupped her cheek and stared into her eyes, looking so sad and so longing and so… hungry, all at the same time. “Aloy, you’re as brave and strong and brilliant as Elizabet, but it would be like trying to fight a hurricane with that spear of yours. I won’t let you throw your life away, you’re… too important. You mean too much to me. I’m leaving this world, and I’m taking you with me… one day you’ll understand.”
“Wait!” Aloy howled, sobbing as Tilda dragged her away. Her eyes landed back on Beta, lying unconscious on the tiles, and in her helpless panic, she did the only thing she could. “Wait, Tilda please! Take Beta with us!”
Tilda froze, bewildered. “Beta?”
“She’s my sister.” Aloy croaked, “Please… don’t leave her here to die. I’ll go with you, I won’t fight, whatever you want I’ll give you, just please don’t leave her behind alone.”
Tilda pursed her lips, then smiled and stroked Aloy’s chin.
“For you.” She whispered, pulling Beta’s limp form up into the air and sauntering into the glowing white pillar and far, far away from the world the twins had fought so hard to save.
-o-o-o-
Aloy had never been in a place quite so uncomfortable before, and it wasn’t just thanks to Tilda’s leering. The Far Zenith ship was the exact opposite of everywhere she’d ever felt at home. Everything was white and shiny and clinical, there wasn’t a scrap of colour or life, no plants, even the air felt dead.
She was, at least, able to walk under her own power again thanks to Tilda’s smug medical attention. Zenith technology was, as much as she hated to admit it, very impressive, and in a matter of minutes her broken ribs and fractured shin had been good as new. No-one would have believed she’d been the recipient of a thorough ass-beating just an hour earlier as she stomped out of the shuttle, following Tilda into the miserable shell of her new ‘home.’
She growled as Beta’s unconscious body stirred behind her and glanced back at her sister. A nasty purple bruise was sitting on the side of her head, but otherwise she looked alright. Apparently Tilda hadn’t felt the need to heal her like she had Aloy.
“Where are we going?”
“To my deck.” Tilda hummed airily, her good mood only making Aloy’s skin crawl more.
“Deck?”
“Every one of us has their own deck, my dear, it’s a large ship and we’re only a small group.” The blonde purred, “And now that you’ve done away with Gerard and the idiots loyal to him, there’s even more space to enjoy. I think I’ll expand my gallery.”
“You really don’t care about anyone but yourself, do you?”
“I care about you, Aloy.” Tilda smiled, reaching out and taking the girl’s hand in her palm. “Come, I’ll show you our new home.”
With a soft hissing sound Beta’s body suddenly jerked to the left, being spirited away down another corridor by the nanotech encasing her. Aloy gasped and turned to follow, but Tilda’s grip on her hand tightened to a vice.
“She’s not invited.” Tilda tutted as she spun and brought her spare hand up to Aloy’s face.
Aloy snarled and jerked her head away as Tilda’s cool palm slithered over her cheek. “Don’t touch me.”
In an instant Tilda’s sweet smile was replaced by a scowl and Aloy found herself being spun like a ragdoll against the hard, white wall. There was an angry growl from behind her and suddenly a fist yanked on her fiery braids, forcing her head back. Tilda appeared over her shoulder, face twisted with impatient rage. “You swore you wouldn’t fight me, Aloy.” She hissed.
“I won’t.” Aloy breathed, doing her best to hide the pain as her hair was pulled, “But… I’m not going to let you… use me.”
Tilda’s scowl eased into a crooked smile, her fingers firmly cupping Aloy’s chin and stroking her lips with a thumb. “You promised to give me whatever I want, I’ve kept my side of the bargain, and I expect you to hold up your end too.” She smiled, “I’m not so bad. You’re angry and I understand, but I truly only want the best for you.”
The grip on Aloy’s hair relaxed, and Tilda’s lips found the girl’s bare neck, gently kissing her freckled skin with a low, panther-like purr from their owner.
Aloy shivered and instinctively crossed her arms tightly over her chest, only bringing Tilda’s attention downwards. “Elizabet was always strong, but never like you… never so physically.” Tilda rasped, continuing to nuzzle even as her hands moved over Aloy’s shoulders to her biceps, giving the swelling muscles a tender pinch each. “You’re quite the specimen.”
“I’m not some experiment.” Aloy grunted. They were in the middle of a corridor, right in public, and she was completely helpless to resist Tilda’s molestation. She thanked whatever gods their might have been that no-one else was around to see her humiliation.
“No indeed.” Tilda grinned, moving her palms down to Aloy’s ribs and then her bare waist. “You’re a work of art, the prize of my collection. Who cares about sculpture or paint when I have you to admire? You to examine, to hold and understand and appreciate?”
“Don’t!” Aloy yelped as Tilda suddenly pressed tight against her back, lithe form snug against her own muscular body, hips pressing into the small of her back. The instant she tried to jerk away, Tilda’s hands clenched, keeping her locked in place with her surprising strength.
“Shhh.” Tilda whispered, “No more talk, you be good now.”
Aloy clenched her jaw hard and swallowed, watching as Tilda’s hand raised up in front of her and glittered with nanotech. In an instant Tilda’s index finger pressed against the hardy cloth of Aloy’s shirt and a loud hiss filled the room. The redhead gasped as shining gold and black swam over her entire body and withdrew just as quickly, leaving her without as much a stitch covering her.
“Magnificent.”
Aloy snarled and tried to pull away, but her feet were rooted to the floor and Tilda’s other hand was immovable over her stomach, slender fingers teasing over each ab. “You… are a monster, and I will never love you.”
“You will.” Tilda sighed, almost sadly, pressing her cheek against Aloy’s and squeezing her tight. “You’ll love me, like she did, like she should have… you have to.”
“You’re delusional.” Aloy growled, “No matter what you do, no matter what you threaten me or Beta with, I will never love you. Whatever you make me do, whatever you make me say, I won’t mean a word of it, I will always hate you, and I will always think you’re a disgusting, warped m… m… ani… hhk.”
Aloy’s snarl of contempt was cut short as every muscle in her body suddenly tensed. If they had been able, her eyes would have widened in terror, as Aloy felt Tilda’s finger tenderly press against her Focus. Her mouth was half-open, cut short mid-syllable, her eyes frozen wide and scowling hatefully. She could feel the pain of her eyes beginning to dry out as she stared helplessly at Tilda’s smiling face, feel the tears begin to well up as they watered.
What was she doing? How was she doing it? Aloy’s mind raced as her body froze like a statue, helpless to resist as Tilda accessed the Focus, and through it her brain, her thoughts, her very soul.
“It’ll be ok.” Tilda whispered, “I’ll make you so happy.”
She leaned close and pressed a chaste kiss to Aloy’s cheek before turning and sighing happily. “Come along dear.”
And then they were walking, Tilda smiling and humming victoriously to herself, Aloy frozen in a surprised expression, her body moving stiffly as she followed her master like an obedient little soldier.
If Aloy had been capable of hyperventilating, she would have. She had never felt such pure, unadulterated terror before, not when facing down a Slaughterspine or a Thunderjaw, not even when that maniac Erik had almost murdered her all the way back at her first meeting with Tilda.
She was a prisoner in her own body, incapable of even blinking unless whatever programming Tilda had infected her with did it for her.
Beta.
There was no other option.
Beta would have to rescue her.
Aloy’s heart ached even more. Her poor sister had suffered so much at the Zenith’s hands, been utterly terrified of ever returning to their clutches, and Aloy had delivered her back to them like a gift. When she woke up she would be so scared, and Aloy couldn’t do a thing to help her.
Aloy forced herself to be brave. Beta had escaped from the Zenith’s once before, she could do it again and rescue her, she had to… because Aloy didn’t see any other option.
“Here we are.” Tilda said brightly, coming to a stop and turning back to Aloy. Her face split into a grin as she saw Aloy’s surprised expression and she released a soft chuckle. “Oh dear, you look a little silly.”
If Aloy could have spat, she would have.
“Give us a smile, dear.” Tilda sighed, patting Aloy’s cheek and grinning even wider as Aloy’s lips curled. “There we go, much better.”
She ushered the helpless barbarian through the door she’d stopped at, and led her slowly to the large, white bed resting all the way across her suite.
-o-o-o-
“You are so beautiful.”
Tilda’s lips tickled over Aloy’s shoulder, her fingers petting a diamond-hard ab. The helpless girl had been instructed, with barely contained glee from Tilda, to lie back on ‘their’ bed. She had obeyed, of course, and watched paralysed as Tilda shrugged her own clothes away as easily as if she’d been brushing dust off a shelf. Now she was wearing only a tight-fitting pair of boxer briefs, surprisingly masculine, as she crouched over Aloy’s naked body and sampled it with her tongue.
Tilda was just as pale and slender out of her clothes as she had been inside them, with porcelain curves and utterly hairless skin. She was still womanly, with elegantly sweeping hips and small, pert breasts, but Aloy couldn’t help but think about the few faceless mannequins she’d come across whilst delving. There was something just… wrong about her body, something unnatural. She wasn’t like Talanah, whose body was strong and supple and so, so intriguing, or like Petra, who had womanly curves and musclebound power in spades, Tilda was artificial, inhuman, a little too uncannily ‘perfect.’
Tilda’s nuzzling paused and she turned her head, peering into Aloy’s frozen smile with a searching expression. “Do you think I’m beautiful, Aloy?” she breathed.
“No.” Aloy was relieved her programming at least allowed her to be honest, for now.
Tilda blinked, shocked, before snarling and slamming Aloy down into the mattress. She straddled the younger woman and gripped her tight by the cheeks, face twisted by outrage and frustration. “Yes you do! I’m the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen! You love me! You love me like you’ve never loved anyone else! You never haveloved anyone else! Only me! Me! Do you understand you fucking brat!?”
Aloy felt what happened the moment Tilda’s words left her mouth, eyes widening ever so slightly, but whether that was due to her terror or her programming, she couldn’t tell.
“I think you’re beautiful, Tilda.” She heard herself say, voice sounding utterly genuine, “I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I love you, like I never have before, only you.”
It wasn’t the words that terrified Aloy though, it was the fact they were true.
She remembered thinking just a moment ago how much more beautiful Talanah and Petra and so many others were compared to Tilda, but now she looked at her pale, lithe form and her heart fluttered. She was so perfect, so smooth and elegant and graceful. Aloy couldn’t remember anyone else making her feel so… strange before, like an ache in her chest, like a longing only Tilda could satisfy.
Tilda’s furious expression softened immediately and she swallowed, brushing some sleek blonde hair back into place. “Of course you do… of course.” She looked back down and smiled, “I’m sorry dear, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Aloy didn’t respond, even though Tilda genuinely hadn’t, simply watching as the older woman crouched low over her. “Would you like to kiss me, Aloy?”
Aloy felt her mouth move, and wondered what she was about to say.
“I… I don’t know.”
“You don’t?” Tilda asked softly, now curious. “Are you shy? Scared? Haven’t you ever kissed anyone before?”
“No.”
Aloy could have shrivelled with humiliation. For some reason admitting that to Tilda felt worse than being paraded about and toyed with against her will right now.
Tilda’s smile widened and she leant close, lips pressing to Aloy’s as her fingers tangled in scarlet hair. Aloy heard herself gasp and felt as her mouth responded to Tilda’s. She was so soft, and so warm, for some reason Aloy had half expected kissing Tilda to be like kissing a marble statue, but no… it was so much more tender, and thrilling to her core.
“There… now you have, and you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Tilda.”
Again, it was true the moment Tilda asked.
“You’d like to kiss me again, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes… Tilda.”
“Would you like me to let you?”
“Please, Tilda.”
Tilda grinned and straightened up once again, preening as she straddled Aloy’s waist before fixing her with a piercing, delighted gaze.
“You may kiss me again, darling, as much as you like…” She purred, “Kiss me and show me how much you love me, how much I crave me. You want to be close to me more than anything, you want my love, my approval. You want to be mine, Aloy, more than anything else in the world, you want to be my lover.”
By the time Aloy’s lips came crashing against Tilda’s, her reservations were long gone. It was like a fog had clouded over her entire brain, a fog that smelled like lavender and caramel, a fog the same cool grey as Tilda’s eyes. All she wanted was to feel Tilda’s body against hers, taste her lips, her tongue, every inch of her. She needed to hear her voice, needed to see her smile, needed to know, more than she needed anything else, that she made her beloved Tilda happy.
“Hn, T… Tilda.” She groaned, clutching the older woman tight against her body and panting in between passionate kisses. “I… love you.”
Tilda didn’t reply, simply enjoying Aloy’s lips as the girl cradled her in her arms and pressed her mouth tight against her own. Her pale fingers played through Aloy’s braided hair and down her spine, sending tremors of delight through the helplessly intoxicated girl.
She let out a soft “oh” as Aloy grappled her by the waist and threw her down onto the pillows, crawling atop her and drinking in her taste like a woman starved. “A… Aloy darling…” Tilda managed as Aloy finally abandoned her lips in favour of her neck, kissing and suckling and digging her nose in tight against Tilda’s creamy skin, “Not so rough.”
Aloy tensed, then pulled back ever so slightly. Her grip on Tilda’s waist relaxed and her primal, passionate devouring of Tilda’s throat paused. She placed a gentle kiss against one of the red love bites she’d marked Tilda’s perfect skin with, before nuzzling against her earlobe and suckling.
“You may… ah, speak, if you like.” Tilda groaned as Aloy’s palm slipped underneath her, cradling the small of her back and keeping them locked together. “Tell how much you adore me.”
“I do… I dooo.” Aloy grunted, taking Tilda into another hungry kiss. “I can’t… think anymore. I can’t live without you… I need you like I need water. I need to feel you like I need air. I need to taste you like I need food… you’re all I can think about, the only thing that matters.”
“Good girrrrrl.” Tilda purred, squeezing her hands against Aloy’s traps as the girl reattached herself to her throat. “Forget all about everything that came before, that world, those people. All that matters is me.”
“All that matters… is you, Tilda.” Aloy moaned in agreement, pressing her forehead against Tilda’s shoulder and panting for breath as the very last vestiges of Aloy, outcast, brave, anointed, champion, saviour, melted away forever. Now she was Aloy, lover of Tilda, utterly devoted, completely faithful, and all that would ever matter to her again was making her beloved happy. Her eyes focussed on the rock-hard gem of Tilda’s nipple, and she shyly brought her gaze upwards. “I… I want to… mate with you, Tilda.”
“Mate?” Tilda breathed, slowly grinning as she came down from her egotistical high. “Is that what your people called sex?”
“I… yes, but… more.” Aloy blushed, “I want to be yours, and you mine. Marry me?”
“Aren’t you the sweetest.” Tilda smiled, stroking Aloy’s lip. “You want to be my bride? My woman?”
“I want to feel you, hold you close.” Aloy nodded eagerly, “I want to make love to you, make you happy. I want to… to push you down and kiss you until I can’t breathe! I want to hear you cry out my name as I touch you! I want…”
She paused suddenly as Tilda’s finger pressed to her lips.
“Elizabet always was such a strong woman.” Tilda sighed, sounding almost disappointed. Aloy’s heart fluttered and she backed away, clutching Tilda’s wrist in her hands, desperately hoping she hadn’t ruined their special moment. If she’d hurt Tilda’s feelings on the happiest night of their lives… she just wouldn’t be able to live with herself. “But… we made things work, she knew what she wanted and knew I could give it to her just as well as she could give it to me.”
“T… Tilda, I… I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“Hush, darling.” Tilda smirked. “It took months of courting to get Elizabet into my bed… and here you are within an hour.”
Aloy swallowed and gently kissed Tilda’s hand, nuzzling against her palm but keeping her eyes locked on her beloved.
“Aloy, you’re a good girl.”
“Yes, Tilda.” Aloy nodded instantly.
“You’re a good, submissive little girl, aren’t you?”
Aloy swallowed, suddenly aware of how Tilda’s fingers had moved to grip her chin, how her eyes were staring deep into hers, almost down into her soul.
“Y… yes, Tilda.”
“What you really want is to please me, isn’t that right.”
“Of course.” Aloy gasped, nodding as much as she could in her mistress’ grip.
“You want to obey, Aloy. Obey your Mistress. A good, obedient little slave.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“That’s my girl.” Tilda smiled, sitting up and pressing a kiss to Aloy’s lips. “Nothing feels better than obeying your mistress, making her happy, making her proud. It’s all you yearn for, it’s all that matters. You were born to be mine, Aloy, to lie in my bed, with me deep, deep inside you, making you complete like no one else can.”
“Yessss.” Aloy croaked, trembling as Tilda slipped out from underneath her and knelt on the bed.
“From now on, unless I ask you otherwise, you’ll call me mistress.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“That’s right,” Tilda smiled, “and every time I call you a good girl, it’ll make you so happy, won’t it?”
“Oh… yes mistress!” Aloy nodded eagerly, “B…because I am a good girl, aren’t I?”
“A very, very good girl.” Tilda purred.
Aloy couldn’t help but let out a delighted squeal at her mistress’ approval and immediately lunged forwards for a kiss. After just a moment, Tilda pushed her away, a stern finger on her lips once more.
“Now now, did I give you permission to kiss me?”
Aloy shivered with embarrassment and hung her head. “I’m… I’m so sorry, mistress.”
“I’ll forgive you, this time.” Tilda breathed, standing up and squeezing her chin tight, “But I expect something in return.”
“Anything mistress.” Aloy gasped. “Anything for you.”
“Take off my underwear.”
Aloy swallowed deeply and obeyed, lifting her hands to Tilda’s waist and gingerly gripping the neat white loop of her waistband. She pulled gently, eyes flitting up and down between Tilda’s smirking face, and the soft pale skin that was being revealed fraction by fraction.
“Oh.” Aloy breathed as she saw what lay beneath Tilda’s underwear, still carefully tugging downwards, even as the thick white pole of the older woman’s throbbing cock was revealed. “M… Mistress, I don’t…”
Wap.
The instant Aloy’s fingers brough Tilda’s waistband low enough, the mass of her pole sprang upwards, straight as an arrow, and smacked Aloy heavily on the chin. She hadn’t exactly had a lot of exposure to the male genitalia in her life, any at all actually, but what she had pictured certainly wasn’t anything like what Tilda was sporting. Aloy had, from time to time, experimented with masturbation, it had felt great, and she’d always assumed that a penis was more or less the size and shape of a finger, if it was meant to go inside her like that. Tilda’s cock was not the size of a finger, it was as long as her own godsdamn forearm!
It was a bit like a snake, Aloy thought, still staring dumbly at Tilda’s bobbing breeding tool, or maybe a worm? Thick and coming to a plump rounded end, even laced with virile veins, it wasn’t like anything she’d encountered before.
“You don’t like it?” Tilda crooned, one hand on Aloy’s head, the other gripping herself by the base and pressing her dick against Aloy’s blushing cheek. “Or is it you don’t think you can handle it?”
“I… I don’t know what to… do, Mistress.” Aloy admitted shyly. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Never?” Tilda arched a brow. “For a savage, you’re really quite delicate, aren’t you?”
“I… I’m not delicate.” Aloy whined, “I’m strong and I’m tough and…”
“You’re a virgin.” Tilda teased, pushing herself against Aloy’s quivering lips, purring as she felt their warm softness against her head. “Never kissed anyone, never even seen a penis? Were you scared? Or just shy?”
Aloy felt her cheeks burn and very slightly pressed her tongue past her lips, tasting the salt of Tilda’s pulsing meat as it rested against her. “I… I never thought about it much…” she admitted, “There were girls I saw sometimes… friends I thought about… when I was younger I would sometimes spy on the tribe women bathing.”
“You’re pure.” Tilda groaned, stroking Aloy’s scalp and rubbing her cock along the crease of her lips. “Untouched, unspoiled… all for me.”
“Yes, mistress.” Aloy gulped, savouring Tilda’s taste and watching her mistress’ victorious glee closely.
“Open your mouth then, Aloy. See what your mistress is going to give you.”
Aloy obeyed, swallowing heavily as Tilda patted her lips with her cock, working her pole up and down until Aloy, taking the initiative, sealed her lips around her plump, pink head.
Tilda chuckled as the redhead sat and stared meekly up at her, lips stretched around her dick, clearly lost as to what to do next. She tightened her grip on the girl’s hair and sighed, closing her eyes for a moment to savour the warm embrace of the girl’s tender lips, before baring her teeth in an eager, evil grin. “Keep your arms by your side, relax your throat, under no circumstances allow your teeth to touch me.” she drawled, teasing a braid around her fist like a leash. “Oh, and if you think you might pass out, do let me know.”
Aloy’s big brown eyes widened in adorable confusion, before Tilda thrust forward and speared the length of her cock down her throat.
It was perfect, just perfect.
Aloy’s wide eyed surprise. The wet, guttural little gurgle she let out. The sublime embrace of her throat’s silky walls. The quiver in her lips as Tilda sank deeper and deeper inside her virgin mouth. The way her hands jerked upwards on instinct, ready to grapple Tilda by the hips and rescue herself from the choking throatfuck she was being subjected to, only to stop and return to her sides as her obedience overruled survival.
VR just couldn’t replicate the feeling Tilda realised she’d been craving for close to a millennia, but now it didn’t have to. She had Aloy. A replica of her Elizabet, improved and controlled, for her to sculpt into the perfect partner.
“Ohhh.” Tilda sighed, leaning back and closing her eyes as she basked in her victory. Gerard dead. Eric dead. The ship hers. Aloy hers. Eternal life, immortal beauty, absolute power, and now a pretty little cocksocket as the cherry on top.
In a thousand years, life had never been better than this.
She sighed again, bringing her attention back down and making sure her grip was tight on Aloy’s braid. “Good girl.” She breathed, watching as Aloy’s pupil’s dilated and she trembled with delight at the approval. “Now the fun begins.”
Aloy didn’t have time to react before Tilda yanked her head back by her braids, tugging inch after inch of porcelain cockmeat out of her quivering gullet, before slamming her back down. In an instant Aloy’s world was gurgling and heaving and rolling eyes as Tilda used her face like a toy. Spit and slime oozed from her lips, pulled out of her with every tug of Tilda’s cock.
“You feel so… wonderful, my dear.” Tilda grunted, chewing on a pale lip as Aloy’s throat wetly massaged her pole. “Perfect… like you were… made just for me.”
“Ghhwh.” Aloy bubbled beneath her, bloodshot eyes staring up in awe at Tilda as her throat was stuffed.
“Does that make you happy, dear?” Tilda asked, noticing and grinning cruelly. She shifted her grip from Aloy’s skull to her braided hair, using two fistfuls of brilliant copper as reigns to drive herself deeper down her pet’s gullet. “Does that make you wet?”
“Mhhhm.” Aloy whimpered with the tiniest of nods, her nostrils flaring as she fought desperately for air.
Without needing to be asked, the girl spread her thighs wide, gingerly shifting from her kneeling position to a spread-legged squat, showing off the sopping mess of her crimson-haired cunt.
“My my, we are excited aren’t we?” Tilda rasped, loathe to deprive herself of Aloy’s gorgeous throat even as her ultimate target was wiggled temptingly before her. “Do you even know what you want? Or are you just running instinct like the little feral slut you are?”
Aloy gurgled pathetically, lips sucking and slurping even as she began to black out. Tilda smiled, watching as Aloy’s enraptured gaze slowly wandered, her eyes beginning to roll back, her lashes fluttering as her lids began to droop closed.
Shlllllorp.
Ah, Tilda loved that sound, almost as much as she loved the coughing and spluttering of a well-fucked mouth. She released Aloy’s hair as the girl spluttered and wheezed at her feet, gripping her cock by the base and admiring its spit-shined length.
For a first timer, Aloy had done spectacularly well no doubt her lifetime of barbarian athletics and adventures had done wonders for her stamina across the board. Still, any other girl would be long unconscious after Tilda treated them to a minutes-long throatrape, but not Aloy. She was made of sterner stuff… stronger stuff.
Feeling a strange, perverted blossom of maternal pride, Tilda took Aloy by the temple and guided her attention upwards. Her pet’s eyes were wide and watery, but instantly and utterly focussed on her. Tilda smiled, wondering if she beat the redhead down now, just as badly as she had back on earth, if that loving obedient sparkle in Aloy’s eyes would be the same. She didn’t doubt it would. Aloy’s pain and pleasure, her wants and desires, everything she was and ever would be, was now singularly devoted to her.
Besides, Tilda would never hurt Aloy like that ever again, not when she was such a sweet girl.
The thrill of control sent Tilda’s slimy cock throbbing even harder, and she shoved Aloy hard down onto the mattress. “I’ll have to train you to last longer.” She growled, pinning the girl down and pressing her slick shaft against her.
“I’m sorry… w… was I bad?” Aloy croaked, biting her lip in adorable anxiety as Tilda’s dick slithered over her inner thigh.
The perverse maternal glow inside Tilda’s chest exploded into a burning fire. Suddenly all she could think about was filling Aloy to the brim with her cock, squeeze her tight, and drive away all her doubts and worries and very thoughts until she was a blissful, blushing, babymaking doll.
“Spread your fucking thighs.” Tilda snarled, gripping Aloy by the wrists and holding her prone. “I won’t wait any longer.”
Aloy obeyed instantly, biting her lip as Tilda thrust her hips downwards, pressing her fat cock against the soaking fuzz of her cunt and sliding along its entire length. “M… mistress… I… I feel so… strange.” She whispered, “Am I… I doing this right?”
“Shut up and kiss me, darling.” Tilda rasped with a smile, locking lips with Aloy once again and tasting her tongue. She savoured Aloy’s flavour, the silky texture of her tongue, her warmth and her wetness, all whilst sightlessly lining her cock up with its new home.
Aloy gasped into Tilda’s mouth as, with one long, drawn out thrust, Tilda filled her completely. Every nerve in her body shone with pleasure, every well-trained muscle trembled and went weak as a kitten. She let out a tiny, orgasmic little whimper, and crossed her arms and legs behind her beloved Tilda’s back.
Tilda growled again, every fibre of her being tensing as she was swallowed into a perfect warm embrace. Aloy wasn’t just better than VR, she was better than any other partner Tilda had enjoyed before. Better than her girlfriends, better than her one-night-stands, better than the drunken whores she’d taken advantage of, used and abused and thrown away. Better than Elizabet.
She gasped as Aloy’s lips pressed against her cheek and let her eyes flutter open. She was thrusting now without even thinking about it, the perfection of Aloy’s virgin pussy just sucking her in and milking her for all she was worth. It was beyond belief, Tilda had taken pride in her stamina for a millennia, drilling women into exhausted husks without breaking a sweat, and yet just a few seconds in Aloy’s embrace had her legs turning to jelly like this was her first time getting her dick wet.
She caught Aloy’s mouth in her own, another ravenous kiss, and groaned through her teeth as she drove herself deeper and deeper into her prize. Aloy’s powerful muscles were squeezing her almost as much as her cunt was now, locked like an impenetrable cage around her body, urging her to push further and harder inside with wordless urgency. She had Aloy’s lip between her teeth, the supple flesh of her backside squeezing between her fingers, strands of copper hair sticking to her forehead as her and Aloy’s sweat mingled, and it wasn’t enough.
“Speak.” Tilda demanded, voice husky and tense with pleasure. Her body was practically moving on its own now, she’d never felt so out of control with a lover. Usually she was powerful, dominant, sometimes even aloof, she used her partners for her pleasure and, if they were good, rewarded them with some pleasure of their own. But right now she wanted to make Aloy cum, make her squeal. She needed to hear Aloy’s pleasure more than anything.
“Oh fuuuck mistress!” Aloy howled the second the command met her ears, clutching Tilda all the tighter. “It feels… so… so… gooooood.”
Tilda growled with approval and bit, her teeth sinking into Aloy’s skin, her tongue pressing firmly to her salt-licked flesh.
“Ahn! Mistress… d… don’t stop… please… I can’t take it… I feel like I’m g… gonna… burst!”
Her voice was so shrill now, a far cry from her usual brusque, commanding tones. Tilda approved, and grasped her around the waist. “God you’re tight.”
“You’re so big!” Aloy whined, “I can’t believe you’re… inside me… I can’t believe it feels so ah… amazing!”
“Only I can make you feel like this.” Tilda grunted, her feet finding fresh purchase on the mattress and using it to force herself tighter against the quivering barbarian under her. “Only me!”
“Only youuuu.” Aloy agreed.
“I’m all you want… all you need… all you fucking care about!”
“Yesssss.”
“You love me!”
“I doooooo.” Aloy squealed, nuzzling against Tilda’s shoulder and worshipping her pale flesh with sloppy, clumsy kisses.
“Say… it again. Say you love me!”
“I love you!”
“Say my name!”
“Tildaaaaa, I love you Tildaaaa!”
That was all Tilda needed, all she had wanted from the very start all those centuries ago. To have her cock buried inside Elizabet, and hear her say those words so utterly and completely honestly and submissively. It was like a missing piece of her soul was given back to her, and she moaned unashamedly as she came.
The sensation of Tilda’s sperm assaulting her virgin womb drove Aloy over her third peak of the evening, and the would-be saviour of earth went limp beneath her mistress. The warmth inside her seemed to pulse across her entire body like a heartbeat, filling her brain with delight and making everything just melt away.
“S… say it again, darling?” Tilda rasped into her ear, voice sounding like it was coming from inside her own skull.
“I love you Tilda.” Aloy purred, face split in a wide, oblivious smile as she slowly came back to consciousness, her eyes finally focussing on Tilda’s smiling face. “I love you more than anything.”
“I know, darling.” Tilda crooned, breathing heavily as Aloy’s pussy continued to squeeze and milk her cock even as their rutting ceased. “But say it again, for me?”
“I love you Tilda.” Aloy smiled.
“Again.”
“I love you Tilda.”
“One more time.” Tilda breathed, pressing her forehead against Aloy’s and closing her eyes.
“I love you Tilda.”
“I love you too.”
-o-o-o-
“What’s wrong, mistress?” Aloy asked, lips pouting as her beloved owner sat on the edge of their bed and sighed. “How can I make you feel better?”
“Nothing’s wrong, darling.” Tilda smiled, reaching out and squeezing Aloy’s hand. “I was just thinking.”
“What about?” Aloy frowned, tilting her head. “Is it something I can help you with?”
“It’s not something you can change, darling.” Tilda pressed her lips to Aloy’s hand and drank in her scent, tasted her skin, then released her. “It’s just what you are.”
Aloy clearly didn’t understand, those lovely eyes staring down at Tilda in pure confusion before she smiled, resorting to her default reply on instinct: “I love you Tilda.”
“I know, darling, I know.” Tilda hummed, drawing her close and settling the redhead down in her lap. “And you’ll do anything for me, won’t you? Anything at all?”
“Of course.” Aloy’s smile widened. “I love you Tilda.”
“Good girl.” Tilda slid her palms over Aloy’s freckled hips and teased her skin beneath her thumbs. “My good girl.”
“I’m your good girl.” Aloy agreed with a giddy grin. “I love you Tilda.”
“This child.” Tilda smiled, pressing a palm to Aloy’s belly and feeling the strength of her muscles. “When I first found you, I thought you would replace Elizabet for me… that I could make you just like I wanted her to be, but now I see you’re so much more.”
“I’m so excited.” Aloy admitted shyly, clutching Tilda’s hand as it stroked over her belly. Somewhere deep inside there her baby daughter was growing, Tilda’s daughter… she was going to be perfect! “Soon you’ll have two good girls.”
Tilda smiled and pressed a tender kiss to Aloy’s lips, before pinching a rosy nipple. “I will, won’t I? You’re not Elizabet, you’re the daughter we should have had together.”
Aloy smiled, “Elizabet was my mother.”
“And so am I.” Tilda purred firmly, massaging Aloy’s breast and biting her lip as she felt the girl’s plump, firm backside squeeze against her throbbing cock. “So from now on, you’ll call me mommy, understand? You’ll be a good girl for me, and when your little sister is born we’ll raise her together, like I should have raised you.”
“Yes mommy.” Aloy moaned. “I love you mommy.”
“That’s my girl.”
“Mommy, what about Beta?”
Tilda froze and looked down at her wide-eyed pet in surprise. She hadn’t given any thought to the girl in weeks, not since luring Aloy into her bed and perfecting her. She supposed one of her new subordinates would have been taking care of her in the interim, but why would Aloy care? She’d been ordered to forget everyone she’d known and cared about from the old world. It seemed Beta was an exception, maybe because she’d been brough along when Aloy left too?
“What about her?” Tilda asked sternly, warm thoughts of her imminent parenthood replaced with suspicion.
“Will she be coming to live with us too? We’d be such good girls for you mommy, your perfect little twins!” Aloy smiled, “I bet I can teach her all the things you’ve taught me, we could all have so much fun together!”
Tilda’s lip curled.
“Indeed we could, my darling, indeed we could.”
-o-o-o-
It had been months, and Beta had long since lost hope that Aloy would rescue her.
The last thing she remembered from before she had awoken in her cell was Tilda’s mocking sneer and an incoming glitter of nanotech, then she’d woken up with a lump on her forehead and more bruises than she could count.
She’d worked things out quickly, recognising the walls of her former home almost immediately and surmising that Tilda must have brought her and Aloy aboard her ship after defeating them. What she couldn’t figure out was what Tilda wanted from them, or how to escape.
Behind her, the hiss of a door sounded for the first time since she’d been brough aboard and Beta almost jumped out of her skin. She spun, expecting to see Tilda, or maybe one of the other Zenith bastards keeping her prisoner. Instead, she saw Aloy, and her mind almost shattered with shock.
“Beta!” the redhead’s older clone beamed, eyes lighting up with delight as she spied Beta pressed into the far corner of the cell. “It’s so good to see you!”
Beta didn’t move as her sister rushed into the room, staring in disbelief and horror at what Tilda had turned Aloy into.
The once tough and powerful woman Beta had been awed by and jealous of when they first met was now grinning with an eery, mindless light in her eyes. It was like someone else was wearing Aloy’s face. There wasn’t a hint of her sister’s intelligence or empathy or strategic brilliance in Aloy’s smile, only a sense of perverted delight.
Aside from a few tribal necklaces, Aloy was naked from head to toe, her soft freckled skin glowing under the fluorescent lights like it had been recently oiled. Beta barely noticed. Even as she stared, she didn’t notice her sister’s swollen breasts, or her dark nipples, or the hairless petals of her womanhood, her eyes were instead drawn, almost hypnotically, to Aloy’s colossal pregnant belly.
“Aloy.” Beta croaked, “Wh… what happened to you?”
Aloy’s smile widened and she stroked over her rounded stomach lovingly. “Oh, don’t worry, little Eliza will be arriving soon! I can’t wait for you to meet our new sister!”
“Sister?”
“Tilda promises we’ll raise her perfectly.” Aloy sighed dreamily before regaining her grin. “I can’t wait for us all to be a family!” Before Beta could react Aloy reached out with both hands, gripping her sister by the neck and cuddling her close. She felt the tell-tale tingle of nanotech swarming over her and trembled, she’d hoped so badly to never have to feel it again, but even as she groaned with despair she felt as her clothes were dissolved into nothing.
“Aloy… no.” she whimpered, tears brimming in her eyes as she felt the nanotech lock a stainless-steel loop around her throat, and watched as a chain flowed from it into Aloy’s waiting hand. “This isn’t you… you can’t let Tilda win, you can’t let her do this to you.”
“Do what?” Aloy asked, cocking her head to the side. “Mommy takes care of me. I just know she’ll do the same for you!”
Without another word Aloy turned on her heel and practically skipped out of the cell, freckled butt jiggling and milk-laden udders bouncing as she pulled Beta along behind her.
She didn’t understand why Beta pulled on her leash, why she screamed and sobbed and begged her not to take her to Tilda. Maybe she was just nervous to become a mother like Aloy?
The former champion sighed happily and caressed her stomach. It was ok, Tilda would make sure Beta was just as happy as Aloy was, and then they’d be a pair of obedient little daughter sluts together.
A perfect, happy family.
