Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 51862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
I grip the sheets and I grit my teeth and I let my alien master start to fuck my poor ass. I am so tight, and my spanked cheeks are throbbing as he grips them, but this is supposed to hurt. It is supposed to be a chastising experience that puts me in my place.
Zain sometimes seems like he is too wild to control anybody, too much of a black sheep in his family, too criminal a creature. But when it comes to me he manifests another side. He is my master. He owns me. And my ass.
I grunt and whimper as his thick cock drives deeper inside me, forging a path inside my ass. He is making me take him, but he is taking care not to harm me, even as he hurts me.
“I fucked you the moment I met you, practically,” he growls down at me. “I made you mine the second I saw you. But you forgot, didn’t you, pet? You let your human concerns override the essential truth. You have been mine from the moment I wrapped a collar around your neck, you have remained mine even as you fled from me, and you will continue to be mine with a sore little ass dripping my seed.”
His words are so fucking hot I feel my clit tingling with need, my pussy wet in spite of how sore my ass is. Zain is turning me the hell on, even as he punishes me as deeply and thoroughly as is possible.
“Do you understand, pet?” He reaches down and tugs on the collar at my neck as his cock sinks as deep into my ass as it can go. I can humanly take him no deeper. I am impaled, and I am feeling myself break in the most beautiful way.
Zain pulls me up from the bed and holds me aloft, fucking my ass with swift, firm strokes that I know from experience mean he is getting close to coming inside me. This time he’s going to fill my ass with his seed. I am going to drip from my bottom with his cum, and that is a right and proper consequence for a naughty pet.
One of his hands moves around to cup me between my thighs. He’s holding me up by my pussy and fucking my ass. This could not be a more depraved act, and I am beginning to absolutely love it. I have given up all attachment to everything besides being fucked. In this moment, it feels as though I am destined to do nothing and be nothing other than a fuck pet for this dominant alien.
Zain comes inside me, his cock throbbing in my sensitive ass, his hand clenching my naughty pussy as he holds me up and fucks his cum into my bottom. I find myself following suit, my orgasm mirroring his perfectly, his every twitch and thrust following me through wave after wave of perverse, punished pleasure.
When he finally slides his cock from me and returns me to the bed, he is much more gentle, stroking my hair and down my back as I struggle to regain my breath.
“Are you going to be a good pet for me?”
“Mnyes,” I murmur.
“Good girl,” he praises me. Those two words sink through me, free me from the very last scraps of guilt I had been carrying, and make me feel absolutely, utterly owned.
11
Zain
I feel so much better knowing that Emily is back on my leash. The sight of her tight human ass wrapped around my dick will not leave my mind soon, if ever. I half-hope she will find some way of misbehaving to justify such a hot punishment again. If not, I suppose I will just have to do it without justification.
Our brief but painful interlude of rebellion will not be repeated, of that I am absolutely certain. In a private meeting with my freed brothers and Arkan’s mate, decisions are made. Not by my older brother, but by me.
“We’re taking the villagers back to their world. And I’m going to stay there with Emily. I can’t ever go back to Euphoria without being treated as a criminal, and I don’t need to. Phenix Wrathelder is dead. Our father has been avenged.”
“What are we going to do with the soldiers?” Arkan asks the question.
“Keep them,” I shrug. “The villagers can go back. They are isolated and will never tell anyone what happened. But the soldiers are a different matter. If they return to Earth, they will do so with a story of aliens and craft and with all manner of understanding of things they have no place understanding.”
“Keep them. Just keep twenty highly aggressive human soldiers? And explain to the council why Phenix Wrathelder never returned?” Kahn asks the two questions with a certain edge to his voice that indicates something like impossible-to-contain fury. I know he is not happy with what has happened here of late. Everything has been out of his control. Every opportunity for sanity and order has been overthrown by the humans, Wrathelder, or me.