Page 10 of Varro's Human Bride
He increased the pressure on her anus, finally breaching the tight hole. She gasped, but to her credit, she didn’t rise on her toes again. “As your husband and master, I will touch you here whenever I wish. Every little part of you belongs to me, sweet human, including this adorable pucker of yours. Eventually, I will fuck you here.” He slid his finger even deeper, prompting another throaty gasp from her.
Still keeping his digit in her forbidden hole, he positioned his cock at the entrance of her sopping wet pussy as he prepared to mount her. This time, he slid in with ease, all the way to the depths of her core. She whimpered as she lay over the bed, his sweet little mate. He reveled in her moans as he commenced pumping into her wet heat. She was sofluxxingtight, for an instant his head swam as dark spots danced before his eyes. His muscles tensed, his blood heating as he claimed her, his finger yet submerged in her snug asshole.
“You’re mine, sweet human,” he found himself saying. “Mine.”
A fierce sense of possessiveness stole through him. Legally, of course, she belonged to him. It was the Tarrkuan way. But it was more than that. He wanted to own her body and soul, wanted to make her his in every possible way. He was drawn to her like no other.
She cried out as another release swept over her, and the pulses of her already tight pussy contracting around his cock were enough to send him over the edge. He came hard and fast, erupting into her as she writhed beneath him on the bed. It seemed finally consummating their union was bringing out the animal in him, because he reached for her locks and gave her hair a tug, forcing her head back slightly as her back arched and the last spurt of his seed filled her. He emitted a growl of satisfaction and loosened his grip on her golden locks.
“Mine.”
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Julie foughtto catch her breath as Varro pulled his cock from her center. Her face flushed when he next withdrew his finger from her bottom. She still couldn’t believe he’d touched her there. Not only that, but he’d said he would touch her there whenever he pleased. And, eventually, he even planned to fuck her bottom hole. She felt momentarily lightheaded at the prospect.
He ran a hand down her back and over her backside, his hand lingering upon the very spot he’d recently slapped. The single swat hadn’t hurt terribly, but she could easily imagine the sting building if he gave her a long spanking, or worse—a strapping with the leather implement which still hung on the wall.
Varro turned her over and lifted her in his arms, nuzzling his face in her hair. It felt nice to be held by him. She relaxed in his arms as her breathing finally returned to normal. Peering up into his dark gaze, she searched his eyes for any indication that he was starting to feel affection for her. She knew it was silly, as they’d only just met but two hours ago, but she couldn’t help it. There was nothing left for her on Earth, nothing but loneliness and despair, and she wanted desperately to belong somewhere. Could she truly feel at home on Tarrkua?
“Come, my sweet human, and we will take a bath together.” He carried her into a large bathroom with a massive skylight and high windows, which allowed plenty of natural light inside while still giving them privacy. There was a bathtub so huge, it could have been a small pool. She flushed, realizing it was indeed large enough for the both of them to fit at the same time. Would Varro make a habit of bathing with her often?
Shifting her into one arm, she marveled that he could hold her so easily while he reached for a towel. He sat the towel on a nearby chair and then placed her down upon it. Heat seared her cheeks when she realized the reason he’d sat her atop a towel—he knew his seed would leak out of her. And it did. She felt it, a thick warm substance coating her inner thighs.
“Stay right there, Caylee, and I’ll prepare our bath.” He washed his hands first, then moved to the tub. “Watch what buttons I’m pressing,” he said, “so you will be able to use the bath on your own.”
She paid close attention and was relieved when it didn’t appear complicated. There were buttons indicating the temperature, as well as the water level and different kinds of soap that could be added. One of the symbols was a flower and she supposed that kind smelled like what she was accustomed to using on Earth, but he selected one with a circle around a leafy plant. The scent of something similar to eucalyptus mixed with mint soon filled the bathroom as the tub filled up.
Varro stuck a hand into the water, testing it, before picking her up and setting her in the water. She couldn’t repress a moan as the warm fragrant water soothed her muscles.
“Mm. Thank you,Xerr. This is nice.” She gave him a bashful smile, ever aware of the intimacies they had just shared. She was still nervous about the strap and wished it wasn’t hanging on the wall of the bedroom where she would see it every day.
He gave her a brief smile and crawled into the tub with her, his legs resting on either side of hers. “How are you feeling, Caylee?”
“I’m fine,Xerr. A bit sore, but I’m feeling well.” It was the truth. Though his cock was large—larger than she’d ever believed she could take—he had treated her gently enough and adequately prepared her before he’d even started pushing inside her.
“I am glad to hear it.” He moved to her side, once again lifting her in his arms. This time, he settled her upon his lap, holding her as he brushed his nose over her neck and face, as if he were smelling her. A little shiver ran through her and despite the immense pleasure they’d just shared, heated pulses began anew between her thighs, rivaling the temperature of the water. She squirmed on his lap and flushed when she noticed his cock was growing hard beneath her.
“After our bath, we’ll get dressed and I’ll show you around my home.” He paused before adding, “our home,” putting a warm emphasis on these two words that lifted her spirits.
“I look forward to it,Xerr.” Calling him master was starting to feel natural. She mused this relationship would be unlike any she’d had before. The few guys she’d dated on Earth hadn’t been dominant in the slightest. If anything, she’d been the one leading the relationships. She’d come to Tarrkua, unsure if she would be able to behave in a submissive manner, but it seemed Varro was drawing it out of her, as if it had always been hidden beneath.
She snuggled into his embrace and basked in the heat of the bathwater, feeling more contented than she could remember in a long time.
Chapter 8
Dressed in an oversized robe that Varro let her borrow, she moved from room to room while he gave her a tour of his grand house. It was easily ten times the size of her home on Earth. He grasped her hand and led her into yet another bedroom. So far, she had counted ten. This particular bedroom was on the first floor of the house, designated for any guests that might come for a visit. At the mention of guests, Julie couldn’t help but think of her sister.
Would she manage to see Nova soon? She longed to hug her sister and meet her two nephews in person for the first time, as well as her brother-in-law, Zylonn. But given the probable tension between the ruling classes and the lower classes on Tarrkua, would it ever come to pass? Oh, how she wished she could simply call Nova up and invite her to bring her family over for a visit.
But as Varro guided her into a library that contained a video comm, she nearly jumped for joy. She knew Julie’s comm number. With a few clicks, she could talk to her whenever she wished. Her heart thumped faster and she tried to contain her excitement, lest Varro notice and ask her what was wrong with her. Forcing her gaze away from the video comm, she pretended to show interest in the large selection of books lining the library shelves, even though she probably wouldn’t be able to read them anytime soon. She’d learned to speak Tarrkuan somewhat, but she couldn’t yet read it.
The rest of the tour was a blur of ornately decorated rooms, as her thoughts remained focused on the video comm. She wondered how soon Varro would leave the house while she stayed home alone. She hoped it was soon. The second he left her alone, she would run to the video comm and call Nova. Hope built in her chest. But just as quickly, her spirits darkened and her very soul began to ache.
Their parents were dead. And Nova didn’t know about it yet.
It would break her heart. Julie wished she hadn’t arrived on Tarrkua bearing such tragic news. Though Julie had planned to tell Nova in person, if she sent her a video comm request from another comm number on Tarrkua, it would raise suspicions, especially after weeks of no contact from Julie or their parents. Julie once again felt a surge of guilt for letting Nova spend the last two months worrying over her family.
“Something wrong, little human?” Varro’s deep voice pulled her out of her miserable reverie.
