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“I feel strange…down there. It wasn’t very comfortable going in, but it doesn’t hurt.”
“Good. The further you get into your anal training, the easier it will become.”
A whimper escaped her and he noticed her pussy had swollen even more so since he’d placed the plug into her bottom. Her clit protruded from her delicate folds, and he reached down to stroke her moisture over this hardened nubbin. She whimpered again and arched her back, pressing her center into his touch.
“Does my sweet little human want to come?”
“Please, Master.”
He’d never heard her sound so desperate. Reaching for her sex, he stroked her to a fast orgasm. She quivered in the aftermath of it, gasping for breath as he guided her hands away from her bottom. He freed his length and impaled her in the next moment, driving all the way into her tight depths.
“How does it feel to have both your little holes filled at once, Nova?”
She couldn’t form a coherent reply and he hadn’t expected one. He set a fast rhythm of fucking her, pounding her with all his might while grasping her hips and holding her tight. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room, so loud it was heard over the swell of nighttime insects singing in the surrounding trees. The windows were open and a breeze drifted inside the room, ruffling her hair around her head on the bed. He gathered her hair in one hand and pulled it tight, but not hard enough to cause her immense pain. With a single tug, he forced her to arch her back further, allowing him to fuck her even deeper than before.
A powerful release soon swept down upon him and he pumped his seed into her depths, growling as the waves of ecstasy rolled on and on, causing sweat to trickle down his temple as the last remnants of his orgasm finally began to recede.
With his cock still buried in her pussy, he released his hold on her hair and ran a hand slowly down her back. “You please me, little human. I have a feeling it won’t be long before I’m claiming this back hole of yours,” he said, tapping at the wide base of the phallus shaped object. “You’re mine to claim. Every last part of you.”
Her reply didn’t come for a while, but when it did, she sounded so blissfully sincere that his heart swelled with an affection for her that knew no bounds.
“Yes, Master.”
Chapter 14
Dark clouds gathered overhead and thunder rumbled. Zylonn tightened his grip on Nova’s hand and urged her to walk faster down the street. In his other hand, he held a large box filled with food, household supplies, and female clothing items in the Tarkkuan style they’d purchased in the bustling marketplace.
Over two weeks had passed since she’d arrived on this planet, and Nova had been delighted when Zylonn announced he had taken a day off work in order to take her on a long walk through the forest, followed by a tour of the city. She squeezed his hand in return and hurried to keep up with his rapid pace.
They reached home just as the storm broke out. Rain pounded the roof and the wind picked up, a dissonant howl through the trees. But the warm coziness of Zylonn’s home—her home now, too, she reminded herself—wrapped around her like a welcome embrace.
She followed her new husband into the kitchen and helped him unpack their purchases. Once all the food and household items were put away, she gathered up the clothing in her arms and ventured upstairs. As she climbed the steps, she felt as if she were floating on a big white fluffy cloud, despite the increasing noise of the storm raging outside. Her mind buzzed with pleasure and her spirits soared.
A dreamy sigh escaped her lips. In the days since Zylonn had claimed her, they had gotten to know one another much better, and she found she rather enjoyed his company and respected him as a person. She was certain he enjoyed her company as well, judging by the way his face lit up when they became engaged in conversation.
He showed a genuine interest in her past, routinely inquiring about her life on Earth, and he patiently answered all her questions about his life growing up in a small village on another continent. She also admired his strong work ethic and his desire to help his people. Highly intelligent and driven, during his off hours on the Feshinga Asteroid Belt, he’d studied hard and completed an advanced engineering program, ever focused on the future. He now devoted his time to working on a planetary defense system at a laboratory on the other side of the city—his reason for not returning to the village of his birth.
Most of all, she was elated that he routinely joined in her calls to her family and was making an effort to get to know them better, particularly her father. Though he’d never said so, Nova had suspected her father hadn’t liked Zylonn at first. She understood he had likely been worried about her, but luckily her father was starting to warm to her husband. No doubt, her father noticed her happiness with her new life and had decided to give Zylonn a chance. And speaking with her family and friends on a regular basis only buoyed her overall bliss. She had never believed she would find joy on this planet, but she truly had. She couldn’t imagine life without her husband, whom she grew to adore more and more each day.
She smiled to herself as a feeling of utter contentment washed over her.
Zylonn was also ever-focused on her basic needs, always paying attention to whether or not she was cold or hungry or tired… or aroused. She flushed at this last thought, heat quickly gathering between her thighs, despite the fact that he was all the way downstairs.
The aching in her core increased as she replayed the last few days with Zylonn, many an hour spent in bed together. He’d made love to her dozens of times, sometimes with slow, careful reverence, and other times, with feral animalistic vigor.
She entered their bedroom and traipsed to the closet, wondering if perhaps once she had all the clothes put away, Zylonn would come upstairs to seek her out. His desires were already deeply attuned to hers, and sometimes, only moments after she physically felt the quickening of her own arousal, he would give her a dark primal look, as if knowing exactly what she’d been thinking that had brought on the abrupt slickness between her legs.
She finished hanging her new dresses in the closet, then headed for a dresser against the far wall of the room, to place all her new undergarments—sheer, soft pieces of fabric, really—into the top drawer. The sound of a floorboard creaking behind her brought a smile to her lips, and she took a deep breath before turning around to face Zylonn and give him her most seductive look.
Except it wasn’t Zylonn.
There was a stranger, a huge Tarkkuan she’d never seen before, blocking the doorway of the bedroom. She felt her eyes go wide, just as her throat dried up and her heart commenced pounding an erratic rhythm in her chest. She backed up against the dresser and gulped hard as the strange alien stepped inside the room, striding toward her with a predatory grace that made her shudder.
“Who-who are you?” she demanded, forcing a boldness into her tone that she didn’t quite feel. Inside, she was shaking and scared. She thought about yelling for Zylonn, but a lot could happen in the few seconds it would take him to bound upstairs. The stranger didn’t look happy, and she didn’t wish to anger him further.
“I am Hethron. Your mate’s family owes mine a blood debt,” replied the Tarkkuan, looking her up and down with a lewd expression, “however, I think I’m inclined to keep you alive. At least for a little while.”
Horror clutched her heart and she opened her mouth to scream, but he lunged forward and clamped his hand over her mouth. She pushed at him and fought with all her might, but it was no use. He easily subdued her, moving behind her and holding her tight against his chest, while keeping her mouth covered. She felt dizzy after her exertions and the lack of air—she could scarcely inhale through her nose, as his hand was partially blocking her nostrils as well.
