Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Once we are back in my quarters, I snatch up a cloak and cast a longing glance at my bed before taking her past it, through to the dining hall. Ulf only knows how long she was tied to the tree. She must be incredibly thirsty, and probably hungry as well. My new Omega, my pet, will need plenty of stamina for all the things I intend to do to her.
I set her gently on her feet and wrap her in my cloak, keeping a possessive hand on her arm as she looks around.
“Welcome to my home, Renee,” I say. “I’ve had refreshments prepared for you.”
“Thank god. I’m so thirsty.”
I steer her to the neatly set table, easing her into a chair. The furniture dwarfs her small frame, but she doesn’t seem to notice. She picks up the nearest goblet and sniffs it cautiously.
“What’s this?” she asks.
“Hima juice.”
“Is it safe for humans?”
“Oh yes.” My servants will have done their research. “It’s very refreshing.”
She scrunches up her cute little nose. “Will it get me drunk?”
I chuckle. “No. Although I do have something stronger, if you’d like it.”
“No, this is fine.” Raising the goblet to her delectable mouth, she takes a small sip, and hums. Her pink tongue flicks over her lips, and my groin tightens. She drinks greedily, draining the whole cup in one go. “That’s real nice! Is there any more?”
She licks her lips again and I dig my talons into my palm. I want to grab the jug and toss it across the room, then fuck her right on the table. My tail flicks behind me.
“Of course.” I motion for her to sit down, and she does. “Help yourself.” I point to the jug and take the seat beside her. “Are you hungry?”
“I am.”
“Then eat.” I put a little of everything on her plate. “Tell me what you like—and what you don’t.” I don’t usually care so much for another’s comfort but something in me aches to please her.
She picks up a leeberry tart and nibbles it gingerly while I fill my own plate. Renee is not the only one who will need stamina for what I have planned.
“How do you like that, my little pet?” I ask after a short while.
“These are real good,” she says, indicating the tarts before pointing to the javix. “Not so keen on that. Honestly, though, I was so hungry I would have eaten anything.” She pauses and glances at the floor, suddenly bashful. “I… er… do you have a bathroom here? Facilities?”
Ulfdammit. Considering how similar our physiologies seem to be, I should have anticipated this need. “Certainly. Just through that door.” I point, debating whether to go with her but deciding against it. There are no windows in that room, no means of escape.
“Thanks. I’ll be right back.”
I watch her go, cursing myself for wrapping her in that heavy cloak which now hides her irresistible body. Her curves should always be on display for me. While I wait for her return, I make mental notes of the outfits I will create for her, and my cock grows impossibly hard.
The dining room windows give an impressive view of Mount Vracor. It’s stopped smoking, even though it was rumbling earlier, threatening to erupt.
Interesting. Something cooled its inner turmoil. If the volcano did track my moods, it would be scalding and turgid, vibrating with tension and ready to spew. Like my cock.
After an interminable wait, my pet still hasn’t returned and my patience is at an end. I stalk over to the bathing room door and yank it open.
A cloud of steam hits me in the face.
My Omega is in the shower, the hot water sluicing in rivulets over her naked, gleaming body. Opening her eyes, she spots me and gives a startled yelp.
“Sorry,” she stammers, “I know I should’ve asked but I was just so dusty—”
Before she’s finished her sentence, I have shucked off my clothing and joined her, my wings quivering, my heart pounding with the need to take her again. “Bad pet,” I scold, wrapping a hand lightly around her throat and bending down to speak directly into her ear. “I should spank you.”
I expect her to react with horror to my threat but instead her pulse speeds up beneath my fingertips and when she raises her big green eyes to meet mine, the desire in them is unmistakable.
“Oho, what have we here? Could it be that the thought of being disciplined excites my new Omega?”
She lets out a whimper which goes straight to my groin. I slide my free hand between her bare thighs, cupping her slick cunt. Her clit is rigid against my palm.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” I croon. “You wouldn’t be the first female to enjoy being dominated. Controlled. Rewarded when she behaves…” I grind my palm harder against her clit and she clutches my shoulders with a gasp, “or punished when she’s bad.” Without waiting for a response, I flip her around and bend her over my hip, slapping her plump ass three times, hard, enjoying the way my handprint appears immediately, scarlet on her pale skin.