Page 21 of Claimed By the Alien Warlord

No.The thought is instant, primal. I don’t care what he is. I don’t care if he’s some kind of alien or monster or whatever the hell this is. I just know I don’t want him to stop. My legs are the only part of me not tied up, so I act fast, wrapping them tight around his waist and yanking him back into me with a force that makes him grunt.

“Mmph!” I mumble around the gag, my hips bucking up to meet his. I’m not letting him go. Not now.

He stares down at me, his scaled face twisted in confusion for a moment before he lets out a low, rumbling chuckle. His hands slide down to my thighs, his claws—claws—digging lightly into my skin as he snaps one of my garters with a sharp, playful flick. I yelp behind the gag, my body arching into his touch.

“Very well,” he growls, his voice deeper now, rougher, like the growl of a predator. “But now that you know my secret, I might have to keep you as my pet forever.”

I can’t help but laugh inwardly.Pet?Sure, Gary—or whatever his real name is—thinks he’s in control, but the way he’s lookingat me, like I’m the one who’s got him wrapped around my finger, tells a different story. My first thought is practical, almost absurd:Well, I’d have to go home at least some of the time to take care of my mom, but I could get into that.Then it hits me—this man, thisthing, is not human. He’s stronger, faster, and probably more dangerous than anyone I’ve ever met. But instead of scaring me, it just makes the heat between my legs burn hotter.

He starts moving again, his thrusts harder, more deliberate, like he’s trying to remind us both who’s in charge. The ridges along his cock—because of course he’s got those too—drag against me in a way that makes my toes curl. Every snap of his hips sends another wave of pleasure crashing through me, and I’m panting, screaming behind the gag, my body trembling on the edge.

“You’ll learn to love this,” he snarls, his claws digging into my hips as he pulls me even closer. “You’ll learn to crave it.”

I already do. My body’s on fire, every nerve alight with need. When he comes, it’s with a roar that shakes the room, his cock pulsing inside me, the sensation so intense I nearly black out. My own climax hits me like a freight train, my body convulsing beneath him, my screams muffled but no less desperate.

He collapses on top of me, his weight crushing but comforting in a way I can’t explain. One hand still clutches my breast possessively, his claws flexing against my skin as he catches his breath. I’m still trembling, my body humming with the aftershocks, but I don’t want to move. Not yet.

Gary lifts his head, his red eyes locking onto mine. The tenderness in his gaze catches me off guard—something soft and vulnerable that I didn’t think he was capable of. His clawed hand cups my cheek, the rough texture of his scales against my skin. It’s strange but not unpleasant. He hesitates for a momentbefore pulling the belt from my mouth and gently removing the panties that had been gagging me.

I open my mouth to say something—What? I don’t even know—but he silences me with a kiss. It’s deep, claiming, and it steals my breath all over again. His tongue tangles with mine, and I forget everything else—the scales, the claws, the fact that he’s not human. All I feel is him.

Then, without warning, he flips me onto my stomach. My heart skips a beat, but he’s not rough. His hands work quickly, untying the apron strings that bound my wrists. The moment I’m free, I rub at the soreness, the ghost of the restraints still clinging to my skin. I’m too stunned to speak, too caught up in the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.

Gary pulls me close, my back against his chest, his arm draped around my shoulders. My head rests on him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. I trace the scales on his belly absently, marveling at how they feel—smooth but firm, like polished stone. He doesn’t stop me, doesn’t flinch. If anything, he seems to relax under my touch.

The silence stretches between us, heavy but not uncomfortable. Finally, he breaks it with a soft, almost hesitant voice.

"Go ahead," he says. "Ask."

I lift my head, meeting his eyes. "Ask what?"

He gives me a look, half exasperated, half amused. "You know very well what I’m speaking of."

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. "What happened to you? Is this some kind of side effect from one of those longevity treatments you billionaires are into? Or did a rival businessman try to poison you but turn your skin scaly instead of killing you?"

He laughs—a full, genuine laugh that surprises me. It’s deep and rich, filling the room in a way that makes me smile despitemyself. I like the sound of it. It’s warm, real, and it makes him seem... less alien.

"I’m almost afraid to disappoint you with the truth," he says, still chuckling. "Your ideas are so creative. But I am from another planet."

I blink, processing his words. "Wait, seriously? You’re not messing with me?"

"No," he says, his expression serious now. "I’m Vakutan. My real name is Guvan. This form—" He gestures to his scaled body. "This is what I truly look like. The human guise is... a disguise."

I stare at him, my mind racing. It’s not the answer I was expecting, but somehow, it makes sense. The strength, the strange texture of his skin, the way he moves—like a predator. It all clicks into place.

"So, what, you’re like an alien spy or something? Here to take over the world?"

He snorts. "Nothing so dramatic. I’m here to protect it. My people are at war with an enemy that threatens more than just Earth. I was sent here to ensure their influence doesn’t spread."

I let that sink in, my fingers still tracing the scales on his chest. "And the dam? The mine? What’s all that about?"

His expression darkens, , he looks away. "The mine was poisoned by my enemies. I had to shut it down to prevent further harm. The dam... it’s complicated. But it’s not what it seems."

I nod slowly, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts. "And me? What am I to you?"

He looks back at me, his red eyes intense. "Right now? You’re a complication. A distraction. But one I’m not sure I want to let go of."

I smirk despite myself. "Wow, way to make a girl feel special."

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