Chapter 5 #2
“Wait! Please. I’m sorry,” she exclaimed, before she quickly turned around and displayed herself as I’d instructed. She even leaned down on her elbows, giving me a salacious view of her delightful human body.
I could see the traces of my seed dried on her thighs, but she was still wet.
I stood up and a tremble raced across her flesh.
I reached out to touch her and she jumped slightly.
To her credit, she recovered just as quickly.
Her fingers grasped tightly at the blankets beneath her.
Being made to do this very much embarrassed her.
I would bet money that her face was the reddest it had ever been.
Her pussy was swollen and soaking wet. She’d taken to me well and there was no damage that I could see. Her asshole was only a little pink. It was likely sore, but from a cursory inspection, she was more than ready for another hard fucking in both tight holes.
My cocks pulsed with anticipation.
Her bottom showed virtually no signs of her spanking last night other than a few slightly pink handprints. I’d make sure to correct that too.
I traced my fingers across the softness of her skin. My own flesh was firmer, rough in places, but not like this. This was luxurious.
Fuck it. She was mine to do with as I pleased. I wanted to feel my human bucking underneath me as I rode her to orgasm. Sore or not, she was going to get her delicious little body fucked again. I unclasped my pants and she visibly stiffened.
I reached for her and slid my fingers through her soaking wet pussy. She was so wet that they slipped along her needy flesh with ease. Her engorged little clit was already hard. I circled it carefully, and she moaned quietly in response.
“Put your fingers where mine are, little one. I want you to play with it while I fuck you,” I demanded, and she squeaked in surprise. It was husky in nature, and I nearly growled in conquest.
Had I been the first man to bring her to orgasm?
Her fingers tentatively brushed over mine and she slowly began to mimic my movements. The more she touched herself, the more certain I became that she had never done this before.
“Keep playing with that little clit. I want to see you make yourself come before I grant you the privilege of my cocks,” I instructed.
“I don’t want this,” she protested.
“Then why are your fingers moving faster, little one? Do you not want to come?” I asked with a growl. She didn’t slow down.
Casually, I circled my own finger around her entrance, teasing her and dragging it up and down over her reluctant bottom hole. I enjoyed the sight of her clenching down and trying to prevent me from entering her. She probably thought I would push a finger inside her, but I wasn’t going to do that.
I wanted my secondary cock to be the one that stretched her open.
She didn’t need to know that though. I flattened my hand and lightly slapped her pussy, causing a quiet cry to escape her.
My balls squeezed tight, and my cock throbbed. It was hard as iron right now, still fully encased by my pants.
“I don’t,” she began, and I slapped her pussy just a little bit harder. She bucked away just the slightest bit, but then she leaned back into me as if she was seeking out more. Her little fingers worked furiously over her clit, and I paused for several moments before I spanked her there again.
She moaned loudly that time.
I slapped her naughty little pussy three times in quick succession and her sounds of pleasure only intensified.
I watched her flesh pinken as she played with herself faster and faster.
Her thighs quivered and just when her moans reached a crescendo, I spanked her again.
This time, I watched her pretty little holes tighten with her orgasm.
She cried out, but there was no evidence of pain in her wanton noises, only shameless desire.
“Good girl. Did you come hard for me?”
“Yes, sir,” she sighed quietly.
When she pulled her fingers away from her clit, I wasted no time in freeing myself. I gave her no warning either. I lined the heads of both cocks with her holes and took her in a ferociously rough thrust.
Her body tried to push me out as she screamed, but my secondary appendage slid into her tight little bottom whether she wanted it or not. She whimpered and I enjoyed the sight of her spine arching back and forth as I pushed myself inside her.
I pulled myself out of her and thrust back in, hard. Her inner walls grasped at my primary cock in a desperate ploy to either take me deeper or force me out. Her asshole did the same, but the clenching pressure felt absolutely divine.
She cried out as I began to fuck her. At first, there was a panicked edge to her whimpers, but soon enough they turned to hoarse sounds of pleasurable pain. I fucked her a bit faster, groaning as her body squeezed my cocks.
I gripped her waist with my hands, using them as leverage to increase my speed and the firmness of every thrust. She cried out, and I was very pleased to see that she hadn’t taken her fingers from her clit.
She gasped with desire, making my cock twitch inside her. Her body began to writhe beneath me as I rode her. She squeezed around my cocks, tighter and tighter until they both clamped down hard.
She was already coming for a second time.
I held her down and fucked her harder than I’d fucked her before.
I enjoyed the feeling of her viselike grip around my cocks and my balls squeezed tight.
My cock throbbed as my hooks descended into her flesh.
I groaned and she screamed as they pumped fluid into her.
The excretions from my hooks would force her into a third orgasm.
It was the first step in my own orgasm and would ensure that she would experience her release at the same time that I found mine.
My secondary cock suctioned inside her bottom, expanding a little as I rode her. For several moments, she moaned, but when my seed surged inside her she screamed with pleasure for me.
I would never, ever tire of that.
One spurt of my seed after the next marked her holes as mine. I groaned when I finally finished, allowing my hooks to rescind. I stayed inside her for several more moments so that I could feel the fluttering of her inner walls against me. She trembled with powerful aftershocks.
“You may pull your fingers away from that needy little clit now,” I guided her softly. She gasped and followed my directions, seemingly subdued after getting fucked good and hard.
Perhaps I’d use her this way every morning.
When I was finally ready, I pulled free of her and enjoyed the sight of my lavender-colored seed dripping from her well-used little holes.
They were a bit pinker now. I took my finger and tapped her bottom hole several times in an embarrassing spanking that made her squirm.
It wouldn’t be painful, but it would remind her that I’d taken that tight asshole twice now.
“Is your little bottom hole sore too?” I asked her and she whined loudly with mortified shame. She buried her face in the comforter and I grinned, knowing that I was getting to her.
“Yes, sir.” Her voice trembled. I left my finger right on top of her bottom hole as a reminder that she was to behave for me.
“Let me tell you what is going to happen next, little female. I’m going to bathe you.
You’re going to be a good girl and not fight me unless you want a hard spanking and an even harder lesson here with my primary cock.
Then you and I are going to discuss your involvement in the human resistance and what their plans are for my territory,” I commanded.
Her asshole quivered adorably beneath my fingertip.
“Do you understand me?” I pressed.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“That’s my good girl,” I said more gently.
She hummed quietly. She probably thought it had been too soft for me to pick up, but my sense of hearing was stronger than hers was by design.
She very much enjoyed when I referred to her that way.
I would make a note of that for the future when she was obedient for me, at least.
I wound my arms around her waist and lifted her off my bed. Her body was malleable and pliant as I carried her out of the room, and I decided I liked the way her fingers held onto my shoulders.
“No need to be hesitant, my Raiza. Hold onto me,” I whispered, and she wound her arms around my neck a bit tighter. She dug into my back a bit more boldly. I smiled at the feeling, quite enjoying the slight air of possessiveness to it.
I carried her into my bathroom, situating her against me so that I could press my palm over the reader.
My big shower powered on, each showerhead pouring down rain from the ceiling.
I chose a tropical scent today, thinking that she might enjoy it more than my typical eucalyptus-scented shower.
I placed her down on the soft carpet right in front of the glass enclosure and stripped myself completely.
Curiously, I noticed that she was watching me and the look in her eyes was different than it was yesterday.
I wanted to know what that meant.
Steam rose around me as I washed, and her gaze was quiet on my back. I could feel her eyes on me, and I felt my chest tighten with something unfamiliar.
My subordinates did not look at me this way. The people of my city did not look at me this way. They looked at me with deference, or wariness, or the studied blankness of those who had learned to keep their faces still.
She looked at me as if she was deciding something, and that intrigued me.
She would be my pet.
In that moment, I decided I had no interest in assigning her to the city’s functions, in allowing another man’s hands near what was mine. The thought alone was enough to make something in me go very still.
My pet. Kept close. Held to my expectations and corrected when she fell short of them.
Protected, completely. Taken care of in all ways.
In return, she would want for nothing. She would be warm.
Fed. Safe in every way I could make her safe.
Eventually, this was an arrangement she would come to want. It was simply a matter of time.
I could be patient.