Page 8 of Tamed By the Alien Warlord
He pulls gently but firmly, just enough to remind me I can’t go anywhere.
Just enough to remind me Idon’t wantto.
“You’re trembling,” he murmurs, lips ghosting over my jaw. “Are you afraid of me?”
“No,” I say, my voice wrecked with need. “I’m desperate for you.”
He growls—a sound low and feral, vibrating through my bones—and backs me toward the obsidian slab of his bed. He lifts me easily, like I weigh nothing, and deposits me face-down on the cool surface, the leash taut between us.
My cheek presses to the sheets, slick now with my own heat. My wrists are still bound behind me, forcing my spine into anarch. I hear him behind me, the rustle of his clothing falling away, the almost-sinister click of his cock's bone spurs flexing in the air.
When I feel the thick heat of him press between my thighs, I shudder.
He doesn’t rush.
He kneels behind me, spreading my legs wider with those massive hands, his claws dragging along my inner thighs. The head of his cock slides against my soaked folds, teasing me, not pushing in.
Yet.
“Say it,” he growls. “Say what you are.”
“I’m yours,” I whisper, breathless.
The leash jerks, just a little. “Louder.”
“I’m yours!” I cry out. “Your little human. Your fucktoy. Yourproperty.”
He snarls, satisfied. Then he thrusts into me with one smooth, brutal stroke.
I scream.
He stretches me impossibly wide, every inch of that alien cock forcing me open, molding my pussy around him like it was made for this. The spurs near the base flare slightly as he sinks deeper, dragging along my walls in ways no human body ever could.
It’s too much. It’s perfect.
He doesn’t move for a moment, just holds himself there, buried to the hilt, my bound body trembling beneath his.
The leash tightens again as he pulls it backward, forcing my head up, my back to arch even more.
“You feel this?” he rasps. “Feel how yougripme? This is what you wanted. What you begged for.”
“Y-yes—please, move?—”
He does.
He pulls out slowly, dragging every spur and ridge against my inner walls, then slams back in, hard enough to jolt me forward on the bed. The leash pulls again, countering the motion, holding me in place like a tethered sacrifice.
My pussy clenches around him, greedy, aching,needy.
“You love this,” he snarls, his hips pistoning into me, heavy and relentless. “You love being used. Owned.”
“Yes!” I sob. “I love it—I loveyou?—”
He reaches around me, claws surprisingly gentle as they flick across my clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in maddening circles. Every thrust shoves me closer to the edge, and the leash keeps me grounded in this wild, helpless spiral of pleasure.
“You’re coming for me,” he growls. “Do it. Now.”
And I do.
