Omega was a shitty place. It was a half-functional scrapheap jammed into the side of an asteroid, and the closest thing there was to law was whatever band of organized criminals that’d become strong enough to enforce their rules on everyone else. It was a hive of scum and villainy, populated by the worst the galaxy had to offer.

In short, it was one of Corus Prema’s favourite places to be.

Corus was a turian, an engineer, and tried to project the image of being a decent person. He never had a bad word to say about anyone, never raised his voice, and more or less got on with everyone he met. His friends generally regarded him as the cool, collected type, the one you could always rely on to help you out of a jam when you needed it.

And he was definitely all of those things, but there was more to his personality that he tried not to let anyone he interacted with on a regular basis know about. For one, he got horny.

That wasn’t the odd part. Everyone got horny, after all. The problem was that when most people got horny, they fucked men—or women, depending. When Corus Prema got horny, he fucked men and women. And robots. Animals, too. Sometimes with the use of restraints, and sometimes with less than enthusiastic consent.

Some people would call him a pervert, a sexual deviant, or even go so far as to use the dreaded ‘rapist.’ Corus preferred to think of himself as open-minded, a libertine of the modern age. Omega was one of the few places where he could find people who would respect his inclinations—or at least people who would be willing to indulge them, provided he had a hefty supply of credits.

At that moment, Corus did. He’d just returned from a trip out in the black, some technical work on a deep space mining outpost. It’d been an incredibly long flight, and he wasn’t sure exactly how legal the whole thing was. Mining regulations and territory rights weren’t his area of expertise, but the thing seemed to be kept a bit too hush-hush for it to be entirely kosher. He didn’t really care, though. Payment had come through, and it was well worth the time spent.

He’d already blown a good portion of it on refuelling his ship and filling the duffel bag slung over his side with essentials, which meant that Corus was ready to spend a little more on satisfying some of his other needs. There weren’t many places to whet his appetites out in deep space, after all, so Corus was going to make good use of what Omega had to offer in that regard.

Which meant that the problem had become figuring out exactly what he was going to buy. There were brothels that held every species that one could even think of having sex with, sentient or otherwise, and robots to cater to the crowd that preferred their partners a bit less fleshy. You liked being tied up? They had that in abundance. Sadomasochism was just the day’s business for some on Omega.

They had everything, but Corus didn’t want just anything. He hadn’t gotten off for over two weeks, and it seemed a shame to break such a long dry spell by just sticking it in some two-bit whore. Which meant his mind turned to other, more exotic tastes. Younger tastes.

Omega had that too, of course. There were always people who preferred partners that were a bit less than mature, and specialized brothels had sprung up to accommodate. However, those services carried a hefty price tag, beyond what Corus was willing to spend.

Besides, he could occasionally be a bit... forceful, when it came to pleasure. Corus had found that most brothels didn’t appreciate that kind of behaviour, and the ones that did tended to charge exorbitant prices.

That didn’t mean he was going to give up, though. It just meant he was going to have to look for alternative ways of indulging himself.

Which was what he was doing. He was strolling through one of the larger marketplaces Omega had to offer, eyes flicking over what the many shops there had on offer. Food, armour, drugs, guns. A particular abundance of that last one. Death was a service just like any other on Omega, which meant that the tools of the trade were always in high demand.

Corus didn’t really care about whatever wares the day’s traders were hocking, though. He was more interested in the other customers.

There were plenty of the types one would expect to find on Omega, of course. Hulking thugs and mercenaries, clad in armour and armed to the teeth with every sort of weapon imaginable. You could find those sorts anywhere on the station, common as dirt. While there were certainly times where they would be exactly what he was looking for, right then, Corus didn’t give them any attention beyond a passing glance.

Omega drew all kinds, and peppered in among the chaff and rabble were other sorts of individuals. People who didn’t have the rough-and-tumble look of mercs, but the wary-eyed look that anyone who didn’t deal in blood as their profession tended to acquire after staying awhile on Omega. Civilians, either too poor to get off of Omega or deep enough in white collar crime that they were stuck there regardless of their wealth.

That was closer to what Corus was looking for, but still not quite there. He picked through them, searching, keeping his eyes around waist-height of the people around him.

Eventually, he found what he was after. On the far end of the marketplace was another turian, this one female and unaccompanied by a man. Considering her lack of weaponry, that was a rare sight, and for good reason. Omega was brimming with violent men with traditional masculine urges, which meant that women didn’t tend to have much luck on their own if they were packing anything less than an assault rifle.

Rarer still was who she was with. Two smaller turians, one male and one female. The boy looked about six years old, just grown enough to start being a real nuisance, while the girl looked like she was closer to four. She walked behind the other two silently while the boy looked at everything with wide eyes and the mother tried to keep him from running off, a constant battle.

While Omega was quite possibly the worst place to be one, single mothers seemed to abound regardless. Gather any large amount of people in one place and sex was bound to happen, and when it came to the kind of criminal scum that frequented the station, pump and dump was the method of choice. Contraceptives and interspecies incompatibility caught a lot of the fallout from that, but there were always a couple ladies that slipped through the cracks.

Omega was a terrible place for a child for a number of reasons, and Corus embodied at least half of them. He leered at the family and trailed behind them, keeping a fair distance while he waited for an opportunity to present itself.

A half-hour passed, and every minute of it seemed to drag. As was appropriate for a market, they were shopping, and Corus quickly learned exactly how boring it was to watch other people shop. A solid third of that time was spent watching the mother try to decide between different brands of paper towel. It was agonizing.

So Corus helped the time pass a little quicker by fantasizing about which of the children he would rather go after. It was likely going to be less his choice and more up to whichever one fate offered him the chance to nab, of course, but there was nothing wrong with a little idle fantasy.

His gut told him to go with the boy. He was grown enough that there would definitely be no issues with making things fit, but still small enough that there was plenty of fun to be had by picking him up and handling him like he was nothing more than a piece of meat. Some would say that him lacking a hole in comparison to a female was a con, but Corus was wiser than that. He’d had enough experiences with a male’s slit, both his own and others’, to know just how versatile they could be if one was willing to try.

Ah, but the girl had her charms, as well. While a genital slit could do so much, it really didn’t compare to what a right and proper vagina had to offer. They were completely different experiences. She was so small, too. Maybe too small for him to fit, but the uncertainty just made Corus want to test things out for himself and find out for certain. The process of discovery was half the fun, after all.

While he was still staring at the girl and thinking about that, something happened. The boy, apparently seeing something he wanted, tugged his mom’s arm and pointed to it while mouthing some words that Corus was too far away to hear. She took one glance at it and then shook her head, returning her attention to shopping for more important items.

The boy wasn’t willing to let things go quite so easily. He paused for a second, eyes growing steadily wider, before throwing himself onto the ground and letting loose a scream so loud that Corus winced even from his position thirty feet away.

The mother immediately reshelved whatever product it was she was inspecting and turned her attention to her son, turning her back on her daughter in the process. Exactly the break Corus had been waiting for.

Corus dipped a hand into his pocket and pulled it back out with two lollipops clutched between his fingers. Their heads were a deep, dark blue, speckled with bright white crystals of sugar. Normally he didn’t spring for things like that, but the design had been too eye-catching for him to resist. Hopefully, the little girl would feel exactly the same way.

He walked forward towards the family while simultaneously unwrapping one of the lollipops, popping it in his mouth. Then, he took up a new spot ten feet from the three of them, trying to look as casual as possible while he sucked on the candy in his mouth. It was conveniently located next to a shady alley—thanks to the crowded environment and poorly maintained lighting, Omega had those in abundance.

As expected, the mother was far too busy trying to calm her still-shrieking son to notice him, but the little girl had nothing to do but stand there. Her eyes wandered as she tried to ignore the unpleasant display unfolding right next to her, and eventually, they came to rest on the turian standing just ahead of her.

Corus ‘noticed’ her looking at him, and before her attention could move to somewhere else, he held out the lollipop in his hand towards her.

Her eyes locked on it. Most races thought their children liked sweets, but in Corus’ admittedly biased opinions, turians took the cake in that regard—no pun intended. If you let them have sugar once, then you had to have a steady supply of it ready to go, because they got hooked on it in a snap. In all likelihood, that was what the boy was kicking up such a fuss about.

And it seemed like the girl was no exception to that rule, because when she saw what it was, her eyes lit up and her mandibles flexed out in the turian equivalent of a wide smile. She started tottering over, the attention of her mother still firmly stolen by the other, brattier child.

Corus held fast until she got close enough to pluck the lollipop from fingers. As soon as she did, he dropped the candy and grabbed a hold of her by the wrist, yanking her into the alleyway just behind him. Before she could cry out, he clamped a hand over her mouth, using his other arm to keep her pinned against his chest.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to take candy from strangers?” Corus said. “Don’t worry, I’ve got something far better than candy for you to suck on.”

The girl probably didn’t get what he was hinting at, but the violence with which he’d grabbed her and the cold current of threat in his voice made it clear that whatever he had in mind for her was nothing good. She tried to worm her way out of his grip, but as determined as she might’ve been, he was still three times her size with the strength to match. When she started getting a bit too rowdy for his tastes, Corus tightened his arm down on the girl’s chest until he could feel the breath force its way out of her lungs and through the gap between his fingers.

That made her try to wriggle out of his grip even harder, but Corus only responded by clamping his arm down even tighter on the girl’s chest until he could feel her ribs just start to bow. At that point, it became clear to the girl exactly what was happening even through the veil of pain and confusion, and she stopped squirming. Sure enough, Corus’ relaxed the grip of his arm, keeping it just tight enough to prevent her from breaking away.

“I’m going to take my hand off your mouth. I want you to be quiet. Do you understand?”

The girl nodded—or at least, Corus was pretty sure that she nodded. She’d started to shake so much that it was difficult to be sure. He pulled his hand away, and seeing as how she didn’t start screaming as soon as she got the chance, it seemed his guess was correct.

“What’s your name, sweetie?”

After a few hitching breaths, the girl replied. “A-Adriana.”

She sounded like she was on the brink of tears. Corus intended to push her well over that brink by the time he was done with her. He lowered Adriana to the ground as if to set her down on her feet, but as soon as she made cont act with the floor, he shifted his hands to her shoulders and shoved her down. She landed on her knees with a cry of pain.

Corus winced. As cool as he was trying to play things, he was in the middle of what couldn’t be described as anything other than a kidnapping, one that was about to get a whole lot worse in terms of criminality. He really didn’t want to get caught. He peeked around the corner of the alleyway, and thankfully enough, saw nobody that looked like they’d heard.

“Well, Adriana,” Corus said, “that’s one. You only get one. If you get loud like that again, I’m going to make things very, very bad for you. Okay?”

There were any number of promises he could’ve made about how he’d beat or abuse her, but he doubted anything would’ve worked as well as that vague, unspoken threat. Adriana stared up at him with wide, horrified eyes, like he was some wild, slavering beast about to descend upon her—and Corus supposed that was an accurate enough description. She gave a short but frantic nod, as if she were fighting to maintain control over her muscles in the face of mortal terror.

“Good girl,” Corus said, giving one last glance over his shoulder to make sure nobody could see them before he tossed his duffel bag to the side and started unzipping his pants. A bulge had been growing there from the moment Adriana started walking towards him, and as soon as he had his zipper undone, his cock spilled out into the air, already having freed itself from his slit. It nearly whacked Adriana in the face in the process, and she instinctively reeled back from it.

That wouldn’t do at all. Corus grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her closer until his dick was rubbing against the side of her face, smearing it with the residual moisture from his slit. She whined and squirmed a bit, but nothing loud enough to attract attention or strong enough that Corus couldn’t overpower with one hand.

“Put it in your mouth,” Corus said. “You’re going to make me feel good.”

Adriana didn’t say anything, just scrunched her eyes closed and kept her mouth shut tight, pointedly ignoring the cock grinding against her cheek. Corus let out a low growl, grip tightening around the back of the girl’s head until his talons dug into her flesh.

“If you’re going to be a bitch, I’ll do it myself and piss down your throat for good measure. Suck it. I won’t ask again.”

By the time he was done speaking, Corus could see Adriana’s jaw had started to quiver. Her eyes were still closed as if she were trying to shut out the world around her, but slowly, her mouth started to part.

Corus wasn’t patient enough to wait for her to start working. He reached down with his free hand, grabbed himself from just behind the knot, and aligned himself with Adriana’s mouth. As soon as he felt the tip of his dick glance against the surface of her tongue, he shoved her face forward into his lap.

That got her to open her eyes. They were nearly bugging out of her skull as Corus slammed himself seven inches into her mouth, until he could feel the edges of her beak pressing against his knot. 

Corus been with enough species to realise the numerous advantages lips offered in regards to oral sex, and just how unfortunate it was that turians lacked all of them. That didn’t mean it was impossible to do, though; his species still had a warm tongue and a soft throat. All it meant was that a bit of skill was required—either on the part of the one doing the oral, or the one receiving it.

Since the former was clearly not happening, Corus was going to have to pick up the slack. Unfortunately, Adriana was not very understanding of the situation. She was battering her fists against his thighs and trying to pull her head away, though she found it kept firmly in place by Corus’ hand. If he’d had a better view, he’d be able to see the way her neck bulged and spasmed as it tried to accommodate his member. It was exquisite.

And the noises, ah, the noises. They weren’t loud enough to alert any passersby, on account of the dick crammed halfway down her throat, but they were just enough for him to hear. The sucking, struggling breaths, interspersed with gags that caused the little girl’s insides tighten around his cock in a death grip. He pulled himself out until only the head of his dick remained in Adriana’s mouth, and was treated to the sounds of wet coughing and gasps as she simultaneously tried to clear her airway and refill her aching lungs.

She wasn’t given enough time to do either. After only a few seconds of being able to breathe again, Corus shoved his hips forward once again, burying the girl’s face in his lap until her nose butted up against the carapace of his belly.

Corus continued along those lines for awhile, working himself in and out of Adriana’s throat at a leisurely pace while the excitement of what he was doing burned in his veins. Here he was, a mere few feet out of sight of the marketplace, fucking the face of a small child as casually as you’d like while she punched and squirmed beneath him with tears streaming down her face.

It was quite possibly one of the worst things he’d ever done, what had once been a mere figment of his darkest fantasies suddenly made real and tangible. While he hadn’t exactly been a saint up to that point, if there was a hell, then what he was doing was definitely the act that was going to send him there.

That only made it all the more delicious. He was a horrible monster, raping a kid after luring her into a dingy alley. Glancing down, he saw that Adriana’s arms had gone limp at her sides, her eyes were glazed over, and she was trembling weakly as he continued to use her throat. Clearly, the lack of air was starting to get to her.

Throatfucking the little girl into unconsciousness—and maybe even beyond—would certainly be an excellent way to put a cap on things. The thought of cramming his knot past her beak and dumping his load straight into her stomach, sitting there with her face stuck between his thighs for a good, long while, was certainly tantalizing.

But it wasn’t how things were going to play out. No, Corus had bigger plans in mind than finishing on a simple blowjob. So he pulled himself free of Adriana’s throat, the shlick of his cock pulling free from her throat quickly followed by the sound of her sucking in a chest-swelling breath.

Corus couldn’t resist. He grabbed a hold of his dick and whacked it slapped her face, leaving a thick smear of saliva where it made contact with her face. The tyke was so preoccupied with trying to fill her lungs that she didn’t even seem to notice it. She really was adorable, which only made Corus want to do even more terrible things to her.

“You’re doing great,” Corus said, kneeling down in front of the cub. “Keep it up, and maybe I won’t have to hurt you.”

He brought a hand up, fingers splayed wide and talons on clear display, glinting in the light that shone in from outside the alley. They were sharp; Corus took special care to keep them that way, both for pleasure and for more practical reasons. This instance qualified as both.

He reached forward, and Adriana threw herself onto her back away from him, eyes locked on those three sharp points. That bought her maybe a second or two of safety, but it also left her sprawled out on the floor with Corus looming over top of her, leaving her trapped and unable to escape as that hand moved closer and closer.

But Corus had no intention of drawing blood with them. Not yet, anyway. Instead, he hooked them into the hem of the girl’s shirt and tugged them down sharply, allowing them to slice right through the material and split it down the middle.

Other species tended to think there was nothing to look at on a naked turian, but being that he was one himself, Corus knew they were dead wrong. The subtle interplay of scutes, the gaps between them offering the slightest views of the muscles underneath. And her crests! So small and soft looking, nothing like what you’d see on an adult. Her ventral crest was so small that he had to touch it just to make sure it was really there and he wasn’t imagining it.

While Corus was stroking his fingers across it, the girl had the gall to reach up, grab him by the wrist, and pull his hand away. When he looked up at her, fresh tears were streaming down her face, though it was tricky to pick them apart from the streaks of older ones from when he had his cock shoved down her throat.

“Please stop,” Adriana said, voice sounding raw and hoarse for reasons that weren’t difficult to guess.

Corus paused for a moment before obediently pulling his hand away from her chest. Then, he curled his fingers up and planted his fist into her cheek in a sharp jab that snapped her head back against the floor. A warbling cry of pain started to work its way out of her, but before it could get too loud, Corus clamped the same hand he’d hit her with over her mouth.

“Don’t tell me what to do, you little shit,” Corus snarled, fingers digging into her face hard enough to force sharper, higher noises out of her, all of which were muffled enough by his palm that nobody aside from the two of them would be able to hear them. “If you want to see your mother again, you’re going to lie there and be good and quiet. Clear?”

With one eye shut from pain and the other bleary with tears, Adriana nodded. Corus removed his hand from her mouth and brought it down to her waist, hooking a talon into the waist of her pants before splitting them open with just as much ease as he had her shirt.

Corus’ eyes narrowed and his mandibles spread apart in a clear show of interest. It looked exactly as he’d thought it would: a patch right between her thighs where the hard, metallic carapace turians were so well known for gave way to soft, smooth flesh. Lying right in the middle of it was a pristine looking slit, formed where two plump-looking labia pressed together.

He ran his tongue along the edges of his beak. Only a few scant years old, and yet she already looked so ready to be bred. He reached out with both hands and pressed a thumb into either side of Adriana’s pussy, feeling a quiver of excitement roll down his spine at the hitching whimper she made in response. Then, he started to move them apart.

The sound leaving her throat took on a lower, more whining quality as he spread her open. It was slow work that was met by a good deal of resistance on the part of Adriana’s muscles. Corus could tell just by a glance at her that she was going to be tight, but now that he could actually feel that tightness, he found himself stunned regardless. So innocent, so cute, so small. So very, very inviting.

But as tantalizing as it might’ve been, that wasn’t where Corus intended on spending himself. Using the appropriate hole in the way it was meant to be used just seemed so... vanilla, even if it was forced and he was doing it with a child. If there was one thing Corus wasn’t, it was vanilla.

So he opted to be chocolate, instead. Corus set his sights lower, eyes moving down and locking onto the hole that sat just under Adriana’s pussy. It was smaller, tighter, and cleaner than he could’ve hoped. Clearly, the girl’s mother had taught her the importance of proper hygiene. It was a shame he was going to be the one to benefit from it.

A shame to someone else, anyway. Corus was perfectly happy with the arrangement. He leaned forward and brought his head down between the little girl’s thighs, so that his face was inches away from her pussy. He could feel the heat wafting off of it, and a deep inhale through his nose filled his nostrils with the scent of it, as well.

He shifted lower and pressed his beak flush against the child’s asshole, basking in the feeling of it against his mouth for a moment before letting his tongue slip out and drag along its surface. He could feel every wrinkle, every fold of it, clenching up out of fear and instinct at his touch. 

The taste of her filled his mouth, and while he was already quite familiar with the flavours a turian had to offer down there, that didn’t make the experience any less enjoyable. He swore he could taste the youth on her. It was enough to make him shudder.

All the while, she was squirming beneath him, her desire to break free only half-suppressed by the knowledge of what Corus would do to her if she did. The noises she was making were the same way, loud enough for him to hear her discomfort, but not so much that they’d be heard by anyone passing by the alley.

They were pleasant to listen to, satisfying in a very visceral way, but Corus doubted she would be able to contain herself as effectively when he really started having fun with her. He’d have to do something about them.

He pulled his head out from between Adriana’s legs, a strand of saliva briefly connecting his tongue to her asshole before snapping. Something to shut her up, then. His eyes searched for a solution, and quickly settled on the torn scraps of cloth dangling from the girl’s arms, all that remained of her shirt. Perfect.

Corus grabbed Adriana by the side and lifted her onto her side to gain access to her back, ignoring the sounds of confusion and concern she made in response. Then, he slit open the remains of her shirt with a talon, separating it into two pieces that easily slid up and off of her arms.

While it wasn’t a well advertised quality, Corus—alongside a number of other individuals, few of them law-abiding citizens—had discovered that the synthetic materials that made up the majority of popular clothing tended to have exceptional noise-cancelling properties. That and a great amount of elasticity, so as to accommodate a wide range of alien anatomies.

If he were a tailor or a material scientist, no doubt those facts would be intriguing to him. But being that he was an engineer and, at the moment, child rapist, those qualities only held interest in that they were the two things that were necessary to make an effective gag on short notice.

Corus crumpled up one of the pieces of fabric into a ball, then reached out and grabbed Adriana’s chin with his free hand. She was taken off guard enough that it dropped right open, which provided Corus exactly the opening he needed to cram it into her mouth. He could hear her cry out in shock, but the sound was muffled, just as he’d wanted it.

Before she could spit it out, he took the other piece of fabric and looped it around the first, tying it tight around the back of her head. Once the knot was secure, Corus shifted his grip to the girl’s wrists and hoisted her up into the air, admiring his work. Her jaw worked around the mouthful of fabric, but despite her clear efforts to dislodge it, it didn’t budge. As solid a job as ever.

Once he’d made certain she wasn’t going to be able to spit out the gag and start shrieking bloody murder as soon as he laid a finger on her, Corus got to work. Keeping a tight grip on her wrists—Corus was glad he’d gotten her and not her brother, no way he’d be able to hold the boy up with one hand like he was doing—he reached down and grabbed a hold of his dick by the base.

He started to maneuver himself into place, but as soon as Adriana felt his cock glance against her backside, all hell broke loose. She’d gotten a good idea of what Corus did with that thing between his legs from his performance with her mouth, and now that it was becoming clear that he intended on doing the exact same thing with her other holes, all the threats in the world wouldn’t be able to keep her in line. It was a good thing that Corus had gagged her when he did, because the little noise that got past the fabric made it clear she would be shrieking loud enough to bring the whole marketplace crashing down on his head otherwise. 

As it was, it wasn’t going to attract any attention. Still, Corus felt like he’d be remiss if he let disobedience like that slide. So partly because of that, and partly just because he wanted to, Corus let go of his member and snapped out a sharp backhand slap that collided directly with the left side of Adriana’s face.

That shut her up right quick, but just for good measure, Corus waited a few seconds and then delivered another one to her other cheek. That part of her face was still bruised from when he punched it and the blow forced a sharp yip of pain out of the girl, but apart from that short outburst and the expected whimpering, she was silent.

“You keep making me hurt you,” Corus said. “Keep it down.”

That seemed to settle the girl down a little bit. It was a little disappointing, really. Corus wanted a reason to keep hurting her. It didn’t really matter, though, because Corus didn’t actually need an excuse to hurt her. If he wanted to, then he’d just do it. There was nothing for him to answer to but his own desires.

And right then, as he pressed the head of his cock against Adriana’s asshole, his desires told him to hurt her a whole lot.

Corus moved his hands from Adriana’s wrists to her shoulders, which offered the perfect handholds with which to spear the little girl onto his dick. The saliva still clinging to his cock served to lubricate things a bit, which made his entry somewhat easier.

Though not nearly easy enough. He’d only managed to wedge the head of it inside before Adriana started screaming, and by the stars, did she scream. The girl had made some noise when he hit her, sure, and she had shown a tendency to get a bit loud when things got scary. Now, though, she was being introduced the agony of being penetrated—in a hole not meant for it and by an adult thrice her size, no less. Even the gag couldn’t mask the purity of that pain.

It was enough to make Corus stop for a moment to just stand there and bask in it. He was one of the lucky few in the galaxy who realised just how closely pain and pleasure were linked. Him and all the rest of the galaxy that had a fondness for whips, chains, and dark leather.

Most of them stopped short of causing damage or whenever the one they were hurting asked them to, though. ‘Safewords’ and other such nonsense. That was where they went wrong. The most satisfying pain always came from someone who didn’t want it, and it was only better when it was fresh, something they’d never experienced before—something that would leave scars, physical and mental.

Corus shoved her down an inch further, and her screeching rose in pitch as he pushed his way into new and unexplored areas of her body. She was clenching down around him like a vice, so tight that it was almost uncomfortable to be inside her. Not nearly as uncomfortable as it was for her, of course, but just enough to give it an edge.

That was good. Corus liked receiving a bit of pain as much as he liked giving a lot of it. He’d make sure to savour it as long as it lasted until he’d used her enough to leave her loose and gaping, which would be a pleasure to itself.

Corus kept sliding himself deeper, bit by bit, every millimetre he forced into Adriana’s asshole drawing increasingly intense responses out of her. She’d gotten louder, definitely, but she’d also started to shake in his arms. It was subtle at first, but now she was thrashing so violently that he had to wonder if he hadn’t already kicked off some sort of permanent damage.

The idea was exciting, and he was only a third of the way inside her. He had to wonder what was going to happen when he managed to cram the rest of himself in, all the way down to his knot.

Corus bucked his hips and sunk a three inches into Adriana’s ass, but to his disappointment, the reaction was far less than he’d expected. She still jerked and groaned some as he went deeper inside her, but that faded quickly, and she was wriggling about a fair bit less than she was before.

He looked up at her eyes and could see that they looked bleary, unfocused. They’d barely gotten started, and she was already teetering on the edge of consciousness. That wasn’t going to do at all. He’d have to pick things up a little bit, jostle her back into the world of the living.

Corus didn’t give her even a second’s break before pushing down on her shoulders with all the force he could muster. He’d been going at a fast pace before, but now he was practically ripping his way into her—maybe literally, too. He was pretty sure he felt something tear as he got deeper into her guts.

That was fine, though. After all, it wasn’t like it was his problem, and not having to worry about breaking his toys only made them that much more fun to play with.

It only took a moment of pushing before Corus felt Adriana’s ass touch down onto his thighs and the bulge of his knot press up against her asshole. The temptation to just shove it in her right off the bat was strong, but he resisted it. There was a sense of pacing to these things, after all, and it wouldn’t do to bring out the big guns so soon. Plus, he didn’t want to end up stuck inside. Corus had been caught mid-knot before, and while it might’ve been a little exciting, that was with a mature, consenting partner. He didn’t want to find out what the reaction would be in the same situation under present circumstances.

So instead, he put his hands under Adriana’s arms and started lifting her back up, sliding his cock back out of her. She shuddered and whined as he did so, the relief of finally having him pull out of her overshadowed by the pain of his exit. With a complete—albeit rapidly disappearing—ignorance of how sex worked, she probably thought Corus was going to do the same thing he did with her mouth and pull out before finishing.

It was a beautiful ignorance, one that he was going to delight in remedying. Once only the head of his dick remained inside her, Corus tightened his hands around her sides and slammed her back down, spearing her all the way down to the beginning of his knot in one harsh thrust.

That had the intended effect. All the stretching and friction of being fully penetrated washed back over her in the span of a second, fresh wounds aggravated back to the height of agony. It was enough to stir her from that numb state of shock she’d fallen into; before he’d even gotten all the way inside, her eyes were wide and focused again, her limbs jerking and thrashing as she fought against his grip.

Corus let out a satisfied sigh while Adriana’s insides clenched around his shaft, her body wanting nothing more than to push the thing invading it out but finding itself unable to do anything but grip it and keep it lodged inside. Her resistance was back in force, and he was going to have such fun crushing it down once again.

But while seeing the girl in pain had satisfied one kind of desire, his body still demanded a physical release, and he could ignore its demands no longer. Utterly abandoning any efforts to pace himself, Corus tugged himself halfway out of Adriana’s ass before slamming himself in again with two short, sharp thrusts.

Every time he moved through her body, he could feel the girl’s insides gripping at him, silently begging him to stop as he pushed her well beyond her limits. It didn’t slow him down for a second. All it took was a bit more elbow grease to have him sliding along with ease, even while the friction of things steadily grew as the saliva that’d been serving as lubricant was used up.

No doubt for her it made things that much more agonizing, every motion he made accompanied by raw, searing pain as her insides were rubbed raw. To Corus, it just provided things with a pleasant, spicy edge that he so rarely got to experience. It was quite nice, and he wanted more of it.

So he took it. Corus kept his pace at a steady and altogether unreasonable speed, every swing of his hips bringing his thighs against Adriana’s ass with a slap that echoed down the alleyway. The thought it of attracting attention briefly flicked across his mind, but was put aside just as quickly. Even if it was loud enough to be heard by anyone outside, two people fucking in an alleyway was a common enough occurrence on Omega that they probably wouldn’t investigate.

That knowledge gave Corus the impetus he needed to go further. He took a few steps forward and released his grip around Adriana’s chest, letting her slump back against the wall behind her. His hands found new places to hold on her hips, and now that he didn’t have to support the brunt of her weight, he could put that much more of his strength into pounding her.

Adriana just sat there and took it, being that there was nothing else she could do. It felt she was being torn apart, a feeling that mixed with the hopelessness of her situation into a crippling lethargy that left her unable to do anything but receive the harsh treatment being forced on her.

The freedom of her arms did little to alleviate it. When she tried to lift a hand to her mouth to remove the gag, she found her muscles weak and reluctant to obey her commands. She tried anyway, arms shaking like trees in the wind as they strained to move.

By the time they got halfway to her face, one of Corus’ own hands shot out and slapped hers out of the air, sending it dropping back to her side with a fresh stinging pain in her wrist. The discomfort was nothing compared to what she was experiencing between her legs, but the symbolism was undeniable. She went slack, closing her eyes while she hoped that things would be over soon.

And considering the pace of things, that wasn’t at all unlikely. Corus’ thrusts had become shorter and even harder, each one battering the bulge of his knot against Adriana’s already-stinging asshole. He was about ready to pop, alright.

Which brought the question to his mind: did he really want to finish without having done everything that he possibly could’ve? Opportunities like the one he was experiencing only came around so often, after all.

Corus grinned. Yes, there was one last thing he wanted to try, something that he didn’t get to do nearly often enough.

He thrust forward again, but instead of pulling back out, he kept pushing forward. Adriana’s eyes opened yet again as she felt the huge mass of his knot pressing against her asshole, not in the brief touches before he pulled out like before, but instead with clear intent.

The volume of her noises hiked up again, for the first time in what felt like far too long. Corus knew that his knot was far too big to reasonably fit inside her, that he was going to cause excruciating pain at best and irreparable damage at worst. Trying to fit it inside her was a terrible, awful idea.

That’s why he was going to do it anyway, but take it out right after. A little bit of knot fucking, just to put a nice cap on things. It was going to be a whole lot worse for her than just a regular knotting or leaving the knot out of the picture entirely, but he didn’t really see how that was his problem.

With a considerable amount of effort on his part and an inconsiderably large amount of misery on Adriana’s, Corus’ knot started to slip inside. Progress was slow as the girl’s asshole was pried open millimetre by millimetre, so Corus solved the issue in the most straightforward way he could think of: by pushing harder. His talons dug into the carapace covering Adriana’s hips as he forced her down onto his knot with all the strength he could muster.

It was effective. Corus could feel her ass splitting open a bit faster, and the noises she was making took a sharp turn upwards in terms of volume. He managed to fit half of his knot into the snug grip of her asshole, and right before he reached its widest point, he grit his teeth in anticipation for what was to come and slammed himself forward.

That forced the bulk of his knot into her, and having finally past its largest point, the rest of it slid in with  a level of ease that completely defied the amount of effort it took to get up to that point. Corus let out a sigh that perfectly coincided with a muffled scream from Adriana, both feeling entirely opposite ways about the fist-sized knot that had just been crammed inside her.

The feeling of those tight walls clamping down on every inch of his cock was magical, but as nice as it was, Corus kept his wits about him. He knew that he was going to have to pull out if he wanted to avoid getting himself into a ‘situation.’ So before his knot could have a chance to swell, he moved his hands to under Adriana’s thighs and started levering her off of his lap.

As soon as he did, though, he was met by a far greater tightness than he’d anticipated. Apparently, shoving those last few inches into Adriana had set the girl off, and now she was clenched around him tight as when he’d first stuck it in her.

Corus sucked in a breath through his teeth. It felt fantastic, but that was exactly the problem. The feeling of her body wrapped around his knot was rapidly pushing him to the edge, and his attempts at pulling out were only making her squeeze down tighter. He could already feel the blood starting to swell in his knot.

“Fuck,” Corus muttered, followed by a moan as he again tried to tug his knot free from Adriana’s ass, to no success. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

His movements became increasingly frantic as it started to become clear that he was good and stuck. Knotfucking might’ve been something he was able to pull off with grown adults who were well versed in such things, but with a young child like this? He must’ve been thinking a tad too much with his dick to think it had even a chance of working. His hands were gripping Adriana hard enough for his talons to draw blood, dark blue drops of it rolling down her carapace.

“You dumb bitch,” Corus said, a sharp tone of aggression slipping into his voice that wasn’t at all played up for the fun of frightening the young turian. He was well and truly pissed, now. “Why’d you make me do that? Dammit!”

Adriana, on account of the gag shoved into her mouth, didn’t respond. Corus whipped out and slammed a hand into the side of her face anyway, sending her head whipping to the side in a brutal slap. The sudden blow only made her tense up more, insides gripping tight around his cock.

That was enough to push him to his limit. Corus slumped forward, supporting some of his weight with a hand against the wall in front of him while the rest of it was pressed against Adriana’s front, squeezing her tight. His cock throbbed violently, and he could feel his knot balloon outwards, pressing against the walls of Adriana’s asshole.

It was clear that she could feel it, too. Corus could feel her squirming beneath him, breath shallow and forced from the way he was crushing her against the wall, but just strong enough to let her make more of those pained noises. They’d gone from arousing to frustrating—yet they still managed to make his cock throb that much harder, regardless.

It only took seconds for his knot to swell to its full size, and once it did, it came time for it to fulfil its purpose. Once they were good and locked together at the hip, Corus felt a pulse travel up the length of his shaft, powerful enough to make his knees quake. As mad as he might’ve been, he was still tied to the ass of a small child, and it was one of the hottest things he’d ever experienced. Even his anger seemed to serve only to make it feel better, though he’d be hard pressed to explain why that was.

He didn’t have to, though. All he had to do was experience it, whether he wanted to or not. 

Another throb rolled through Corus’ cock, but this one bore fruit. A rope of cum shot out of him, working its way deep into Adriana’s’ body. It was thick and far more plentiful than what he usually produced, meaning it was well and above what Adriana was able to handle. The feeling of so much liquid being packed inside her made her feel nauseous, and the heat of it only served to further irritate her already raw insides.

More of it was quick to follow, going up to the limits of what Adriana thought she was able to endure before pushing yet further. All through it all, Corus leaned against her, breathing heavy and moaning slightly as he unloaded into her. She responded with noises of her own, whimpers of growing discomfort as she was pumped full of his seed.

It lasted longer than either of them expected, but eventually, it did come to an end. Both of them were left slumped against the wall, panting and recovering, Corus regathering himself while Adriana desperately clung to consciousness.

With the clarity that came on the heels of orgasm, Corus was finally able to fully realise the severity of the situation he’d gotten himself into. He was stuck seven inches up the backside of a small child, one who he’d kidnapped from a mother that was no doubt searching for her at that very moment.

The law on Omega was questionable at best, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t present. It just meant that punishment tended to be very laissez-faire. Due process was eschewed in favour of frontier justice, which meant that if he were caught as he were, the most lenient punishment Corus could expect would be a pistol shot between the eyes.

Corus started to panic some. The initial plan was to fuck her and then slip out unnoticed, which was now clearly an impossibility. His knot wasn’t going to go down for a good long time, certainly long enough for him to get discovered. The nearby marketplace that had made things so exciting just a few minutes ago was now a looming threat of a messy death at the hands of an angry mob.

Adrenaline gushed through his veins, but Corus did his best to calm himself. Freaking out wasn’t going to get him anywhere. He needed to keep a cool head, think things through, come up with a course of action.

And he thought, but in the end, there only seemed to be one course of action that was at all viable. He needed external help, and considering the sensitive nature of the situation, he wouldn’t be able to flag down just any random merc and hope that credits would keep them quiet. Even criminals tended to cling to some measure of morality, and he couldn’t risk getting someone who felt they were some sort of paragon of virtue. He’d need to get someone he could trust.

But while his exotic tastes might’ve been what got him into the mess he was in, an idea popped into his head as to how they might be able to get him out of it. Sex was social, and when it came to strange fetishes, you formed connections with other people who shared them. And, as with any social relationship, there was give and take. Tasks were performed, goods changed hands, favours were given.

Corus was deep enough into the seedy underbelly of Omega that there were a few favours he had yet to call upon. Considering the people who owed him were just as depraved as he was, if not worse, he had no fear of being double-crossed.

He sighed. It seemed a waste to waste something as valuable as a favour cleaning up such a dumb mistake, but if it was the only option, then it was what he would have to do. Corus dug a hand into the pocket of his pants and retrieved his communicator, flicking through a few menus until he found the contact he was looking for.

Wrerlock. A krogan that Corus had done some very questionable things for, both for fun and for work, in the field and in the bedroom. He’d never given Corus his clan name, and even Wrerlock was probably just a pseudonym, but the contact information seemed to check out.

He owed Corus a tidy sum, but found himself short when time came to pay up. Whether he was really lacking in credits or just didn’t want to pay up, Corus couldn’t say, but he did know that Wrerlock had connections. Hopefully, he’d be willing to accept an alternative form of repaying his debt.

Tapping the green call button, he held the communicator up to his ear and waited.

“Wrerlock? It’s Corus. I’m calling about payment.

“I know you don’t have the money. I’ve got another method of payment for you. Can you get an aircar up to the market on B5? As in, now?

“Yes, I know a taxi would be cheaper. The money’s to not ask questions. Get a driver that won’t, either. Sorry, one second.”

Corus pulled the communicator away from his ear and glanced down at Adriana, who had started squirming and making enough noise to distract. Maybe she thought she might be able to get help from whoever he was calling. If she did, she was dead wrong; Wrerlock would have a field day with her, if he were in the same position as Corus.

“Hey,” Corus said, giving Adriana a quick jab in the nose with just enough force to quiet her down. “Shut up.”

He raised the communicator back up to his ear. “Back. Yeah, just down to dock 31. I’m in the alley between, uhh, Korem’s Salvage and that noodle place. Alright. Great. Okay, bye.”

Corus clicked his communicator off and shoved it back into his pocket. That was one problem solved. All he had to do was wait and hope that the aircar would get to him before anyone else did.

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Minutes passed with agonizing slowness as time seemed to dilate itself purely to cause Corus additional stress. He spent those minutes partway down the alley, far back enough so that nobody would be able to see him, but positioned so that he could poke his head out and look around the marketplace whenever he pleased. The main reason behind that was to keep an eye out for the aircar, but Corus ended up doing it more often than not to glance paranoid around the plaza.

Ten minutes in, right as Corus’ anxiety was reaching its peak and he started to fear that he’d been strung along, he heard the whirring of an engine approaching. It got louder and louder until the source of it whirled around the corner of one of the shops, a red X3M with tinted windows that made it impossible to see inside. A nice touch; evidently, his doubt in Wrerlock had been misplaced.

Just as they’d discussed, the car pulled right up to the alley, stopping less than a foot from the entrance. Corus poked his head out further, and the driver side window rolled down, revealing a rather annoyed looking batarian who motioned him closer with an exaggerated sweep of an arm.

Corus glanced down at Adriana, still tethered to his crotch. She’d passed out completely some minutes ago, so she definitely wasn’t going to make any noise, and the aircar was positioned well enough to block any view of him from the rest of the marketplace. So he held her against his chest with one arm, leaned down to grab his duffel bag with the other, and shuffled over as fast as he could.

The batarian watched as he came out from around the corner of the alleyway, his plus-one finally coming into view. All three of his brows raised for a moment, and he gawked at Corus as the turian threw his bag into the back seat before climbing in himself. Once he’d gotten his seatbelt buckled, the batarian had returned to his previous, mildly irritated expression. At least he was slightly professional.

The driver didn’t say a word, just did his job without sparing another glance to the sight inhabiting the back seat. It did feel a bit awkward, but Corus was pretty sure that trying to make small talk in such a situation would be ten times worse in that department. So he did the same, sitting there and staring out the window silently.

The trip didn’t take long, but unfortunately, Corus saw that was because he wasn’t brought to his destination. They were parked outside the dock he’d specified, sure, but that was just it: outside, which meant there was a good two or three hundred metres between him and his ship, at least.

Corus glanced at the driver, then out the front window. There was a thick crowd moving through the dock, far more dense than was typical. It left no room for an airship to maneuver. Just his luck.

“We’re here,” the driver said, though the tone behind his words made it clear what he was actually trying to say was ‘get out.’

Corus glanced out again, then at the turian cub passed out in his lap. His knot was still far too swollen to pull out, and he wasn’t keen on making a mad dash to his ship with a young child dangling off of his cock. The batarian had clearly run out of patience, though, so Corus doubted he was going to be willing to wait around until the crowd dispersed.

Tricky. But Corus had gotten this far already, and he wasn’t going to be caught out when he was so close to being home free. He just had to think. While the gears in his mind spun, his eyes flicked around the interior of the car. It was kept in surprisingly pristine condition, which meant there wasn’t much to look at, apart from his duffel bag sitting next to him.

He paused. Duffel bag. Hmm.

While the batarian eyed him with a mix of detached interest and growing annoyance, Corus grabbed his duffel bag and yanked open the zipper before unending it. Everything packed inside started to tumble out onto the seat: packaged foods, clothes, hygiene products. None of it was particularly interesting, just the odds and ends anyone would pick up on a typical shopping trip.

“I’m not cleaning that up,” the driver said.

“Tell Wrerlock to have someone do it. Part of the deal.”

The batarian shrugged. Corus took the freshly emptied duffel bag and spread it wide, sliding the opening over the turian girl’s head. She fit better than expected, and Corus didn’t know whether to thank his past self for buying such a large duffel or for going after such a tiny girl.

Once her upper half was inside, it was only a matter of folding her legs up to fit the rest of her. He pulled the upper zipper as far down as it’d go, then slung the straps over his shoulders.

The whole setup was in place, and it made him look like a complete idiot who didn’t know which side of his body to wear a duffel bag on. Still, looking like he was dropped on his head as a child was preferable to people knowing he had his dick lodged in one.

Without saying another word, Corus opened the door and stepped out of the car, and he hardly got it closed again before the driver was zipping away. He was left alone in front of the dock, throngs of people shuffling past him, standing there with a duffel bag full of a kidnapped and freshly raped child hanging from his front.

It was a bit dizzying to think of things like that, and it certainly did nothing for the anxiety he felt about the whole situation, but there was no point dwelling on it. He got to walking.

His nervousness was unwarranted. Nobody spared him as much as a second glance as he went, all utterly focused on their own business. All apart from one, anyway: a skeevy looking vorcha, giving him the eye from a few feet away. Corus briefly worried that he’d been caught out, but quickly realised that it was just another one of the ubiquitous pickpockets that littered the decks of Omega. After being given a sharp and attentive look that made it clear Corus was not a good mark, the vorcha turned his attention elsewhere.

As he was walking, though, something managed to catch his own attention. A turian on the other side of the dock, talking to a group of batarian mercs. She looked oddly familiar, but didn’t have the look of any of the rough or techie elements that Corus usually associated with.

It took a glance at the boy standing next to her to jog his memory as to who it was: the mother of the child who he was currently ‘engaged’ with. Judging by the look of her, she’d gotten pretty desperate. You’d have to be to ask a bunch of criminals armed with automatic weaponry to find your child for you.

Corus yanked his eyes away before his staring drew any undue attention. The knowledge that she was hiring armed thugs to try to find him put him off a little bit, but he found himself amused almost to the point of laughter at the fact that they’d never be able to find him. There was no evidence, and he’d be long gone before they could even begin on a search effort.

He kept himself contained, though, putting on his best pokerface and gluing his eyes to the ship ahead of him until he’d finally crossed the umbilical and set foot back in the safety of his own vessel.

As soon as the airlock shut behind him, Corus undid the duffel’s zipper and shrugged off the straps, pulling the bag up and over the head of the child inside. When Adriana’s face came into the lights of the ship, he could see that her eyes were closed, having lost consciousness at some point in the trip.

Corus dumped the empty bag on the floor and hooked his arm around her chest, bringing her upright against his chest. Then, he reached his free hand down between her thighs and dragged his fingers along her cunt. She shivered a bit at the contact, but didn’t wake. Perfect. He slipped a finger inside and started to finger her absent-mindedly while he thought about exactly what it was he was going to do with her.

The obvious option was to take her to some planet nobody would care about and dump her. Evidence taken care of, no skin off his back, he could walk away with his hands completely clean of the whole situation. Hell, the planet wasn’t even necessary. Just tossing her out an airlock somewhere in deep space would be sufficient. It wasn’t like he cared what happened to her, after all—if he did, he wouldn’t have kidnapped and raped her in the first place.

As he slipped another finger into her pussy and listened to the whimper she made in response, though, he had another idea. Why not just keep her? He’d already gotten this far, after all, and it wasn’t like the ‘authorities’ of Omega, if they could even be called that, were going to launch a search of his ship for a missing child. They only acted on gang or corporate offences, not petty crime—and if it was a matter between individuals and none of them had at least a million credits, then anything up to and including murder fell under that label.

Corus kept thinking, and as he did, the idea seemed more and more appealing. His own personal slave, to keep him company on those deep space flights. Maybe he could teach her to do a couple chores, lighten the workload around the place a bit. Maybe he could fuck her repeatedly in every orifice she had. He was definitely going to do at least one of those things.

He hooked his hands under he armpits and tugged her up, feeling his knot strain against the ring of her asshole. It’d finally started to die down on the trip over, and with a little bit of effort, he could feel it starting to pry loose. After a few seconds of pulling and some more unconscious squeaks of pain from the cub, it popped out, and the rest of his cock slid free from her ass. It was followed by a gush of cum, trickling from the gaping hole he’d left in his wake.

Corus stared at it, and surprisingly enough, found that the sight on top of the residual adrenaline he felt from his narrow escape was enough to have his cock twitching to life yet again.

Well, there was nothing wrong with getting a head on that every orifice thing right off the bat, was there? He slung her limp body over a shoulder and made his way towards his quarters, intent on giving Adriana a warm welcome to her new lot in life.