Alien Owner – Dark Sci-fi Romance Read Online Loki Renard

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
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I am lying naked over the bed, sore and whimpering and exposed, and of course that is more than the alpha in him can resist. I hear the sexy, deep growl he makes when he is full of lust, and I lie in place, waiting for him to fill me up and make it all better.

The spanking has turned me on, even though it was supposed to be punishment. I feel one paw splayed at the top of my ass, pinning me down, holding me in place. But his cock does not surge inside my cunt. Instead, he finds the tighter, darker hole, the one not meant for sex.

“Not there, that’s the wrong…”

“It’s not the wrong hole,” he growls. “It is exactly the right hole to teach a disobedient mate how to obey.”

“Azlan!” I gasp his name as he begins to penetrate me, using the natural lubrication of his gleaming rod and my own traitorous arousal to spread my ass open around his cock.

It is not so much painful as it is a deep and undeniable physical signal of his dominance and his disapproval of my recent behavior. This is Azlan teaching me a lesson. This is Azlan fucking my ass.

I moan and I grunt, and I find that I can take him there, but it does not feel like a reward. It feels like more punishment. It feels like discipline, and a reminder that I am more or less a toy in this great king’s paws. He can do anything to me. He can fuck me anywhere, anytime he wants. It is by his leave that my ass and pussy are ever empty.

“Are you going to do as you are told?” He thrusts hard inside my ass and I let out a gasp of not quite pain, but certainly shock. “Are you going to be an obedient mate? Or am I going to have to fuck. This. Tight. Hole every day to remind you who you have to obey?”

I can barely muster a response. I am too busy taking my fucking in my very sore, aching ass. I try to squeak out a yes, but I do not know if he can hear me, let alone understand me. The sounds I am making are more animal than human.

Perverse arousal spirals up through me. My aching, welted ass is still sore, but it is producing energy that transforms into intense arousal, like a bad girl to bitch-in-heat generator. Every time he slides deep inside my ass, I feel my pussy grind against the bed. I dare slide my fingers beneath myself and rub my clit, which he allows in his great mercy.

“You will obey me, Ava. You are my mate. And my mate will not be a disobedient little human.” He snarls the words, driving into me harder and faster.

“Yes! I will!” I agree wholeheartedly, the concepts of submission and obedience no longer mental ideas, but physical realities that every cell in my being is thrilling to.

He pulls out of my ass before I can come, spanking me with his paw.

“On your knees,” he orders, pointing to the floor. “I don’t want to knot inside your ass. It might damage you.”

I get on my knees, wondering what he has in mind. The position is more submissive than ever, and my pussy is absolutely leaking arousal. I don’t think this is about me tonight. I don’t think he is going to let me come.

Azlan fists his cock and he finishes on my face, great spurts of his hot alien seed landing over my mouth, cheeks, and chin. He is painting me in his semen, covering me with his scent. He is showing me my place, and that place is at his feet, obedient and punished.

He stands over me, panting with release for a moment, before kneeling down before me and using his tongue to lap the cum from my skin, cleaning me off tenderly. This feels like forgiveness more than any words could convey, and then he picks me up and wraps me in his big furred arms.

“Time for bed,” he growls.

Azlan

I do not sleep well that night.

I punished Ava thoroughly, though I knew she was acting out of compassion and care for the cubs. She needs to obey me first. Care and compassion can be liabilities in my world, traits to be twisted, weaknesses to be used. My punishment might have seemed harsh and unfair, but it was entirely necessary. I have seen the way my brothers look at her. It is not lust in their eyes, but a cool calculation. I have an unpleasant feeling they are up to something, and it is very unsettling. I wonder if I am growing paranoid in my old age, or if there is more afoot than I realize.

I take a walk outside the ship, to check the camp and to try to soothe my concerns. Skol is on watch.


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