Chapter 5
Talyn
I stared at the sleeping form snuggled up in my bed. Her blonde hair cascaded across the white of my pillow. There were darker and lighter strands all intermingled together and when I reached out to touch them, they felt soft. She stirred and I pulled my hand away, not wanting to wake her.
I’d only slept a few hours, but my species was designed for that.
Humans needed far more rest and I wanted to ensure that Raiza got as much as she needed.
She rolled over and the sheet fell astray just enough for her bare bottom cheeks to peek out.
They were still mildly pink. I appraised them with pride.
I’d done that. My cock stirred with desire at the sight.
Sure, she’d wailed and cried for her spanking, but she’d more than earned it.
What had surprised me the most was the heady scent of her arousal that had come along with it.
Even with tears trailing down her cheeks, her body had reacted with primal need.
Every time her thighs had spread, I could see the glistening evidence of her desire.
Her clit had hardened beneath my fingers.
I hadn’t intended to make her come for me, but I hadn’t been able to resist. She’d been so wet.
She’d arched her back again and again in invitation and her moans had done me in.
I was just going to fuck her for my own pleasure, but the prospect of making her fall apart on both of my cocks was far too tempting.
Her pussy grasping at my primary cock was absolutely delicious, but she’d come so much harder after my secondary cock had taken her bottom. Her tight little hole had clenched so much more tightly around me when it was properly filled.
I reached down and grazed my fingers along myself. I was wickedly hard.
I wanted to sink myself deep into her once again, but I had to remember that she was a human and she was far more fragile than a man like me.
She’d likely be more than a little sore after being dealt with so thoroughly by me last night.
Her screams had echoed far and wide. My subordinates would certainly know I’d put her in her proper place.
I chuckled softly, more than a little proud of myself.
Her eyelids fluttered as if she were dreaming. I knew that humans dreamed, but I didn’t really know what it was like. I’d never had one. When I slept, it was restful and deep, but only for short periods of time. It was rare for me to rest any more than four hours at a time.
I wasn’t yet certain if I was going to tell anyone of how she’d come into my possession, especially the part about her trying to kill me. They would expect me to kill her.
Publicly.
The part that perplexed me the most was her actions after she’d shot me, stabbed me, and injected me with poison. She’d dragged me off and bandaged my throat. In the haze of my recovery, I remember her petting my brow.
Her kindness made me feel off guard. I’d never thought of a human as more than an animal.
None of my species did. We were superior to them in every way.
To be honest, it was just a matter of time before the only ones who would survive would be doing so in captivity. Humans in the wild were a dying breed.
This one made me curious though. I wanted to pick her brain, understand her motivations for why she did what she did when I was the man who led the aliens against her kind. I was the reason her people would soon end up dead.
I sat down in the chair beside the bed and traced my fingers across my wristband.
“Access initiated. Commander Talyn authenticated. Access granted.”
The automated female voice of my comm echoed in my head.
No one else would be able to hear it, which was fortunate because I wanted Raiza to continue sleeping while I checked in on the city as well as my army’s whereabouts.
The screen appeared before my eyes, and I started to catch up on the morning’s intel.
In the northern sector of the city, there had been a small human uprising, but it had been quickly sorted.
The humans had been separated and contained in isolated cages until their fates were decided on.
There were several women involved. Many of them had been taken by the responding soldiers.
I scrolled through images, smirking slightly when I saw one of them naked, bound, and receiving a dose of his belt across her bottom and the backs of her thighs.
I glanced at Raiza.
I wanted to mark my human’s pretty little bottom with my belt. I bet she’d be wet enough that I wouldn’t even need my own self-lubricant to fuck her into an inevitable surrender.
I swiped again, seeing several more women bound, bent over, and being subdued at the ends of many of my soldiers’ cocks.
I read more of the report, noting that the men had mostly been reassigned to the fighting games, at least those that hadn’t been killed in the handling of the uprising.
The leader of the whole thing had already been executed as a warning to any other humans who were considering something so drastic.
The city had been quiet otherwise. Most of the humans had taken to their roles as servants extraordinarily well. Here, they were given access to medical care, food, shelter, and clean water. We provided everything that they needed if they did what they were supposed to do.
Some were slaves. Others glorified pets.
A slave belonged to the city. They were assigned to whatever role the collective required and managed like any other resource. Slaves were fed and housed and their basic needs were met, but they were given no particular attention beyond what utility demanded.
A pet, on the other hand, belonged to only one person. Pets were kept close, dressed well, and protected with a ferocity that had led one of my own men to nearly dismember a soldier just for looking too long at what was his. I had reprimanded him for the disruption, of course.
I had yet to decide how I wanted to handle mine. I glanced back to her sleeping form, noting that her breathing was still slow and steady. She was still very much asleep.
I’d worn her out. When she woke, I might fuck her again. I definitely needed to bathe her. She was fairly clean for a human, but I wanted to scrub her down. It would give me a chance to examine her beautiful body under the lights too.
I groaned almost silently at the thought.
In an effort to distract myself from the prospect of sliding inside her tight sheath once again, I turned back to my work.
On the northern edge of my territory, there had been several small skirmishes with the humans.
Most had been adequately dealt with, but a few set off alarm bells in my head.
I closed in on the area where Raiza’s group was located, which seemed suspiciously close.
The attacks appeared to be linked. Each day, the human resistance moved on to a new camp, stealing supplies as they went along.
Those camps were guarded by aliens that did not warrant a higher station.
Some of them were easily distracted, unable to control their aggression in times of stress or just genetic anomalies that made them weaker in battle.
Instead of eliminating them, I gathered them at the edges of my territory and put them to work in the most useful way that I could.
It was a small mercy, but one I was proud of nonetheless.
I couldn’t be certain that it was the group she’d survived with. When she was awake, I would question her. She would answer everything. I would make sure of it.
I glanced at her again. She was such a distraction. She’d stretched a little and the covers had fallen just enough to reveal a very hard nipple. My palm itched. I wanted to watch the pink marks of my fingers color her breasts.
I forced myself to look back at my work and focus on the report. The human segment had killed several of my men and incapacitated some of our comm devices somehow. They’d done this to several of my sites, causing a delay in communication until it had been fixed.
If it was indeed the same group, they had been attacking my camps in a specific sequence.
They’d also requested a meeting with me with the sham of negotiation when they had only intended on sending Raiza to kill me.
She’d already admitted that there had been a secondary attack planned to finish me if she hadn’t been able to do it herself.
Interesting.
If this group persisted, I might have to make an example of them. Raiza would likely protest, but this wasn’t her world anymore.
It was mine.
She stirred and I brushed my fingers over my wristband.
“Access terminated.”
I watched her closely as she blinked a few times. A series of expressions crossed her dainty feminine features. First, she looked alarmed and even a bit frightened, but that quickly transformed into embarrassment. Her cheeks flushed prettily, and I made a note to make her do that more often.
“Can I have some clothes?” she whispered. I’d destroyed the ones she’d been wearing earlier. To be honest, I much preferred her naked.
“I haven’t decided if you’re going to earn them back yet,” I replied while shaking my head. The look of indignation that followed was positively decadent.
“You can’t!” she began, and I raised an eyebrow in her direction.
“Is your bare little bottom sore?” I interrupted and the flush on her cheeks deepened in color.
“Yes,” she murmured.
“Remember that when you speak to me, little one,” I chided her. She fidgeted and I sniffed, cautiously sampling the air. She twitched with irritation, but I could smell the aroma of her arousal. The reminder of her spanking had made her wet.
“Get up on your hands and knees. Show me that well-punished bottom,” I directed.
Her face scrunched up with annoyance at my boldness. She didn’t move right away, and I cleared my throat. Her defiance was endearing, and I found that I quite liked it, but she was beginning to test my patience.
I gave her several more seconds before I made a move to get out of my chair.