Pride

“You don’t scare as easily as the rest of your kind,” Thanos’ finger prodded at my backside, smoothing out the ruffles of my dress. I couldn’t see him, just hear him. He’d given me simple instructions - go to the bed, stay on my hands and knees until he arrived. Don’t move.

I’d obeyed.

I wasn’t afraid of Thanos hurting me. Only once had he left a bruise, unused to bedding someone as fragile as a human. He wasn't an animal, he’d told me. He wasn’t going to injure something he considered valuable. Even if I was just a pet to him.

“Spread your legs,” Thanos instructed. “Wider.”

I groaned at the sudden intrusion - a long, thick finger ran over my clit before dipping into my soaked opening. I instinctively rocked backwards, my grip on the silken bedsheets tightening.

He was laughing , behind me. Anywhere else, that dark, deep rumble would have been intimidating. I rolled my hips again, ducking my head and keeping my mouth shut. I wasn’t going to beg, or whimper until he really drew it out of me. I chased my release, fucking myself on Thanos’ fingers until he abruptly pulled them out. Silence, and then a thundering crack as he landed a hard slap against my backside. I shrieked, slamming my forehead against the mattress as pain rippled up my spine, dissipating into a slow, steady, almost pleasurable ache.

“I’ve bedded many whores in the past, yet never a human, and never one so eager,” I dared a glance over my shoulder. Thanos’ bare chest was heaving, and he crooked one glistening finger and added, “Turn around.”

Still on all fours, I obeyed. My head hung from the edge of the bed, my gaze traveling from Thanos’ broad chest, towards the narrow of his hips, towards -

Oh.

“Service me.”

The minute my lips touched his cock, Thanos sighed, a deep noise that reverberated through his entire body. I braced my palms against his things, nails biting into the rough grooves of his skin. I hollowed my cheeks, pulling him in before twirling my tongue around the head, making sure to caress each ridge, each crease. When I pulled away, saliva streaming from the bulbous head of his cock to my pursed, full lips, I clambered around, allowing him to line up his dick with my dripping entrance. 

“Such an obedient little thing,” Thanos tilted his head to the side, gazing down at me with a look of borderline admiration. I gasped, and he snapped his hips forward, drawing out a shriek. My eyes snapped open and my jaw dropped, the blanket of pleasure so thick that I could barely find my way around as I began to come. Again, Thanos bellowed, “Praise me, whore!”

“Yes, yes! You’re so good, Master,” I whined. The praises weren’t false. The grin on Thanos’ face was so wide that it bordered on grotesque, yet I was still aroused, still wanting him. “You’re so good, so strong-I want it. I want more.”

“Greedy,” Thanos exhaled sharply. He slowed his movements, milking out every last drop of pleasure from the both of us. “I’m going to fill your cunt so well.”

“Yes,” I gasped. And he did. His cock pulsed and he pumped hot, thick ropes of his release into my weeping cunt, pulling out and allowing the last few spurts to land against my lower stomach. Then he turned away, seemingly sated as I lay sprawled across his bed, attempting to regain whatever breath I had left.

“Remove yourself from my chambers. Hastily .”

“I need...I need my clothes,” I sat up. Thanos was still bare, looking me up and down as if such a thing were too trivial for him. As if I wasn’t naked on his bed, wearing his come. As if he hadn’t ripped my clothes to pieces. Hastily. “I can’t walk around the ship naked.”

“You could. Those on this ship know who you belong to, and they know the punishment for coveting something that is rightfully mine,” Thanos turned to face me. He approached, standing over me. I half expected him to request that I service him again. This was the longest conversation we’d had outside of fucking.

Instead, Thanos reached down and grasped his own discarded outerwear. It was the shirt he wore beneath his armor. Without preamble, he tugged it over my head. The garment itself reached my knees.

“Be sure you return that,” Thanos spun and waved me away. “Now, remove yourself.”

“When...are you going to call on me again, Master?”

“When I desire you.”

“When-”

“Often,” Thanos replied, as if reading my mind. Although, knowing his power, he probably had. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement as I padded towards the door, barefoot, dressed in a too-big shirt with too-big arms. And yet, it felt like it fit.