Seducing Aliens For SSS-Rank Skills

Kalon stood with Josinia on the dormitory rooftop under the night sky.

The new healing skill had already erased every injury from the fight with Daisy. His body felt clean and strong again. Josinia still looked unsettled by everything she had seen inside the commander’s private quarters.

"I’m sending you back to Venduros for now," Kalon said. "We will return to Cupid tomorrow. In the meantime, focus on training. Push your earth and water skills harder. You will need them."

Josinia nodded, but she did not step closer for the transfer. Her pink eyes stayed on him. Her fingers twisted the edge of her travel clothes.

Kalon watched her for a moment.

Something was sitting on her mind. He could see it in the way she held her shoulders and the way she avoided looking directly at his face for too long. After what she had just witnessed with Daisy, the reason was not hard to guess.

"You want a turn, don’t you?" Kalon said.

Josinia’s purple cheeks darkened. She did not deny it.

"I watched you hold her down," she said quietly. "I watched the way she reacted when she could not move. All I could think about was our past experiences, and how I couldn’t wait to experience them again!"

Kalon considered her words.

The bondage he had used on Daisy had been simple and effective. Testing the same approach on Josinia, someone who openly wanted it, would give him better control and better information for future situations.

It was a way for him to learn about dominating women.

"Alright," he said. "Not on the rooftop though. Come with me."

He led her down the stairs into the dormitory building. The hallway was quiet at this hour. Most students were asleep or still out. Kalon unlocked his room, guided Josinia inside, and locked the door behind them.

Josinia stood in the centre of the small room and looked around with wide eyes. The single bed, the desk, the wardrobe, the narrow window, all of it was ordinary by human standards, but she had never been inside a human living space before.

Faint voices and the sound of a television came through the wall from the next room. Someone laughed. Footsteps moved down the hallway outside.

Josinia’s pink eyes lit up.

"I can hear other humans," she whispered. "Right next door. They have no idea I am here."

She looked thrilled.

Kalon also felt nervous. After all, he had to make sure they wasn’t caught.

"Stay quiet," he said. "The walls are not thick."

He pulled the fitted sheet and the top sheet off his bed and twisted them into thick makeshift ropes. The fabric was soft but strong enough for basic restraint.

He had Josinia lie on her back on the bare mattress. She obeyed immediately, white hair spreading across the pillow, purple skin bright against the pale bed.

Kalon tied her wrists together first, then secured them to the metal headboard. He left enough length that she could bend her elbows slightly, but not enough to pull free.

Next he spread her legs and tied each ankle to the corresponding corner of the bed frame using the remaining length of sheet. The knots were simple.

When he finished, Josinia tested the bindings. The sheets creaked but held.

"How does that feel?" Kalon asked.

Josinia pulled once more against the wrist ties. Her small breasts shifted with the movement. Her pink eyes were already hazy.

"I cannot close my legs," she said. Her voice was soft and excited. "I cannot cover myself. It feels... exposed. I like it."

Kalon looked at the setup with a critical eye. The sheet ropes worked, but they were thick and imprecise. The tension was uneven. If she struggled harder they might loosen or dig in the wrong places. For real control he needed better technique.

He left her tied to the bed and sat at his desk. He opened his laptop, connected to the academy network, and searched for proper bondage methods.

He read through basic tutorials on single-column ties, double-column ties, and simple chest harnesses that could be done with limited material. He studied diagrams of how to anchor limbs without cutting circulation and how to create tension.

After several minutes he returned to the bed with a better plan.

He untied the crude sheet ropes and started over. This time he used tighter, cleaner wraps around each wrist, then connected them to the headboard with a shorter, more controlled lead.

He did the same with her ankles, pulling her legs farther apart and securing them so her hips stayed open and tilted slightly upward. The new configuration locked her in place far more effectively. When Josinia tested it, her body barely moved.

"Better," Kalon said.

Josinia’s breathing had already changed. Her glossy purple skin showed a darker flush across her chest and neck.

Kalon stripped out of his clothes and positioned himself between her spread thighs. He ran one hand up the soft inner skin of her leg, feeling the slight shiver there. Then he lined himself up and pushed into her in one steady thrust.

Josinia’s back arched hard against the mattress. A sharp, broken sound left her throat. Her walls clamped around him immediately, hot and wet.

"Kalon— ah—"

He thrusted with a firm rhythm, driving deep with every stroke. The new bondage held her exactly where he wanted her. She could not close her legs or lift her hips more than a fraction. Each thrust forced her to take the full length. Wet sounds filled the small room. The mattress creaked under them.

Josinia’s reactions were dirty. She moaned every time he buried his cock into her wet entrance. Her small breasts moved with the force of his hips. Juices spilled around his cock and ran down onto the sheets in thin streams.

When he angled upward and rubbed against the sensitive front wall, her voice jumped higher and her fingers clawed at the empty air above the headboard.

"It is too deep— I can feel all of it—"

Yet there was nothing she could do.

Kalon kept the pace. He watched her face carefully, noting every change in her expression, every time her pink eyes lost focus, every time her mouth fell open around another sound.

The knowledge that other students were only a wall away added weight to every noise she made. He covered her mouth lightly with one hand when her moans grew too loud, then removed it again when she nodded that she could control her volume.

Her first orgasm hit while he was still thrusting at the same steady speed. Josinia’s whole body locked. Her cunt spasmed hard around him and a sudden spray of clear fluid burst out around his cock, soaking his stomach and the mattress. She cried out once before biting the sound back, thighs straining uselessly against the ankle ties while the climax ran through her.

Kalon did not stop.

He fucked her through the aftershocks and straight into the next orgasm. Josinia’s second orgasm came faster than the first. More fluid splashed out of her with every deep thrust, wetting the bed like a child.

Her voice turned broken and pleading. Tears gathered at the corners of her pink eyes from the intensity. The headboard knocked lightly against the wall in time with his hips.

By the time she came a third time she was shaking continuously. Clear fluids sprayed across her own stomach and thighs. Her purple skin shone with sweat and fluids. The makeshift ropes held firm. She hung in the bindings, completely open, taking every thrust while her body kept pulsing and leaking around him.

Kalon finally pushed deep and held there as his own release hit. He filled her in several thick pulses, then stayed buried inside her while both of them caught their breath.

She lay there with millimetres of white fluid inside of her.

The mattress under Josinia was thoroughly soaked. Her white hair stuck to her damp cheeks. She looked wrecked and satisfied, still tied open, still twitching with small aftershocks.

Kalon untied the ropes carefully, checking her wrists and ankles for any marks. The skin was only slightly reddened. Josinia’s legs stayed limp when he released them.

"Thank you, Josi. You can shower now," he said.

"Nngg-" was all she could say.

He helped her stand and guided her to the bathroom, where she cleaned herself.

When she returned, Josinia moved slowly, still dazed from the thorough fucking. Her pink eyes were half closed.

Kalon stood with her in the centre of the room one last time.

"Back to Venduros you go," he said jokily. "Train hard, my love. We go to Cupid again tomorrow."

Josinia stepped into his space and pressed a soft kiss against his mouth.

"Thank you," she said simply.

Kalon focused on the system and sent her home.

[Sending Josinia to Venduros...]

[...]

[Transfer complete.]

After he was alone once more, he stripped the bed, as it needed cleaning.