Page 3 of His to Claim
“Veerha, the female is here. shall I send her in?” The alien speaks from the door, a few knocks breaking the tension.
“Send her in,” a grave voice speaks from the other side. My knees tremble as the alien opens the door and signals for me to enter. I can’t, I really can’t. I’ve been through so much ever since I woke up in this fucking alien nightmare that it makes me sick. I’m so scared I can feel my stomach in my throat.
“Wait, wait… I think I’m gonna throw up.” That is all I’m able to say before I run to the corner and gag. The sensation is so strong but I don’t throw up. There’s nothing to throw up since I haven’t eaten anything, to begin with.
I come to my senses and take a deep breath before returning to the door.
“Come in,” the same voice rings. “Don’t be shy.”
With small steps, I pass through the opening. The room is adorned with what I might call tribal markings. The golden shimmer of the symbols creates an eerie atmosphere. A big throne stands in the middle of the room, facing away from me.
With a quick spin, the chair rotates toward me, revealing the figure hiding behind.
“Bow your head to the veerha,” the alien who led me here shouts. Veerha, what the hell is that? Is that his name? A title? The translator doesn’t translate this word.
I don’t move. I keep still, my gaze fixing the male before me. His size is impressive, his muscles glowing in the gold shimmer. His features shout manliness through every pore. He stares back, not blinking for even a second.
“Did you not hear the servant? Bow before your king.” His voice echoes in my ears but I refuse to obey. “I said bow,” he shouts before standing from the throne. He comes closer, cocking his head. “Stubborn, little creature.” He circles me, studying my body from all angles. “Interesting,” he comments.
“You are not my king so I’m not gonna bow,” I respond. I may act brave but inside I’m a little mouse wanting to hide in a dark hole.
“Acting brave? I can smell your fear.” He comes closer, his hand brushing against my skin, up my neck. He grips my chin, tilting my head a bit. He looks at me with his emerald eyes, his nostrils drawing air. “Ah, yes. Fear is what I sense.”
His closeness brings a strange sensation to my core, a tingle between my thighs makes my sex moist. What in the world is this madness? There’s something about his musky smell that makes me lose control. I shouldn’t feel this, but I do. I’m aroused. Goddam it.
“There’s something else too. LUST.” He flares his nostrils as he inhales again.
“You’re insane,” I say. What is he? A fucking hunting dog? I deny it but he’s right. I’m horny. No… this can’t be happening to me. It’s wrong in every possible way. I hate him and yet his closeness makes me wanna take my clothes off and let him fuck me till I release all this sexual tension building inside me.
“You can deny it all you want but the wetness between your legs does not lie,” he says with a wide grin on his face. I hate him even more for saying that. I hate that he can see right through me.
“Where are you from, female?” He goes behind me, his fingers raking through my hair. “You speak and understand my language but you’re not my kind. So fragile and yet, so intriguing.”
“Yup… that’s because I have a fucking translator implanted… courtesy of YOUR KIND.” I take a step to the side, releasing my hair from his touch.
“Do not retreat yourself from my touch. NEVER!” He grabs me by the waist and pulls me closer, his hard cock pressing against my ass. I want to escape his grip but I don’t. Instead, I close my eyes, a soft moan escaping my mouth. My pussy pulsates with desire, my juices running down my thigh. I don’t think I’ve ever been so aroused by a man before. “You’ll beg for my cock,” he whispers in my ear.
“The fuck I will,” I say and free myself from his embrace. Why do I feel this way? Why am I so horny around this male?
“ We shall see,” he grins. “But let’s leave that for our next meeting.”
“That will never happen,” I shout.
“Begging,” he bursts out laughing. “You’ll be begging me to fuck you.”
“FUCK YOU, my king!” I don’t understand it. Am I this slutty? Why do I feel so horny when I should hate this male with all my heart? He’s keeping me a prisoner just like the others. My mind says one thing but my body responds in ways I never thought possible. My soaked panties feel cold against my hot pussy.
“You’re already begging,” he laughs. “Not yet, my little one. There will be time for mating later.”
“I’m not begging. Not now, not ever,” I cuss.
“Fiesty little one. You should learn to obey and respect me. No one has ever dared to speak to me like this.”
“That’s because you’ve never met anyone like me.” I act all brave but the truth is I’m faking it. I’m scared of my reaction toward him. I can’t control myself around him and it scares the shit out of me.
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DHAKAR
