Page 24 of Viken Command

Holy fuck.

“You are mine, mate. Mine to command. Do you wish for your freedom? Simply say the word.”

Freedom? He slipped his finger back inside my ass, then out. Teasing me. My wrists were bound, and now he was restraining my legs, too? I was going to melt into a pool of dark chocolate and wet pussy if he didn’t hurry.

“No.” Don’t stop. That’s what I was thinking, but I couldn’t speak as he took my other ankle and clamped another restraint around it.

“I am going to open you up, mate. I want to see that nice, wet pussy. You will hide nothing from me.” As he spoke, he pushed my ankles up and to the side, bending my knees so that they came up toward my shoulders. My back curved, lifting my hips toward the ceiling, placing my pussy open and on display. I didn’t need to be able to see to know that I was exposed like I’d never been before. Ever. I couldn’t move, couldn’t close my legs, couldn’t twist or turn or clench hard enough to close my ass cheeks. I was his to do with what he willed.

As the air cooled my heated flesh, I heard him move again seconds before something cold closed around my nipple. He placed some kind of clamp around first one, then the other. They were cold. Hard. It hurt… and it didn’t.

I gasped, writhing as the biting pain morphed into heat as if there was a current that connected my nipples directly to my clit.

“I’m not done, mate. You are beautiful like this. So fucking beautiful.” His words calmed me, and I managed not to jump when I felt something cold and wet slide around the virginal entrance of my ass. “Alarr needs you to be ready for him, mate. He told you he’d fuck your ass, didn’t he?”

I nodded, one of the only parts of me that could move.

“You are going to take this inside your ass, and then I am going to fuck you until you scream my name.”

I was panting as he slowly, methodically worked a long, cold plug of some kind into my ass. It stretched me wider than his finger, went deeper, too. I’d never done anything like this before, but then, I’d never been tied up, blindfolded, and about to fuck an alien I’d met less than a day ago.

I’d never begged before my arrival on this planet, either. Alarr and Teig had taken care of that.

Cold stretched me as Oran worked my ass. In. Out. Slowly. I panted as his movement caused stinging tingles to spread, then sighed when they passed to a burning pleasure. He’d move then, deeper. Filling my ass. Fucking me slowly. I gasped at his intrusion, breathed through the slow, steady building of heat. The forbidden nature of his teasing made my head thrash as everything he was doing, extremely naughty things, made me feel out of control. Sexy.

Free. I had no control. I couldn’t deter him unless I wanted to stop everything. And I didn’t. I wanted to stay on this ride until the end. I wanted to scream. I wanted his cum all over my skin. Inside me. Making me burn up for more. I wanted him grunting and fucking me hard and fast. Harder. I wanted him to lose control because he found me so fucking beautiful, he couldn’t stop himself. I wanted him to crack wide open and lose control. I wanted that power.

When I was full, stuffed, the slight sting and pop of his exploration passing, he removed the clamps and my nipples flooded with heat. No, that wasn’t the right word. They were on fire. Sweet, hot fucking fire.

“Oran!” I cried, wanting his mouth on them to soothe the sting, the rush of blood into the distended tips.

I could feel him standing between my legs, and then he closed his mouth over my clit. I bucked up off the table, and he chuckled. “I am not the master that Teig may be, but I will not give up mastery of your pussy without a fight.”

He worked my pussy with his mouth and fingers, tugging on the plug as well, fucking me with it. No. Toying with me. It never moved more than an inch. In and out, but it lit up nerves I never even knew I had as he sucked me like a machine. Hard. Fast. Slow. Soft. His patience was annoying. Time passed. Minutes? Hours? I had no idea, but I was covered in sweat, panting.

He rubbed his pre-cum on my clit. That had to be what he was doing, because every time I felt that slight additional wetness, my body tingled, then burned. Seed Power. It was a drug. I was overdosing.

Dying.

He must have opened his pants and I envisioned him, standing tall and virile between my captured legs, cock thick and long, pre-cum weeping from the slit. And it was all for me. All because of me.

He was going to kill me. I needed to work on some cardio for the next time. Lots of cardi—

“Oh!” His cock plunged deep. One. Hard. Thrust. And I screamed. Just like that, my entire body exploded all over his cock, my pussy clamped down on him like a fist, rippling and pulsing over and over.

I came and came. And came. And came.

Strong hands grabbed my hips and pulled me closer so that his cock struck deep. Hard. His firm length made the plug in my ass feel twice as big. Huge.

I was full. Too full. Not full enough. I wanted Alarr’s heat at my back as Oran fucked me like this. I wanted Alarr’s cock in my ass, not this stupid piece of metal—or whatever it was. It felt good, but the thought of riding Alarr’s cock deep in my virgin hole as Oran fucked me?

My back came off the table as the image formed in my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about taking them both as Oran fucked me, kept fucking me, moving in and out of me like a machine while the thick anal plug stretched me open. Wider. Oran’s pre-cum coated the inside of my pussy, his Seed Power building in my body like I was just a pot of water set to boil, cranked up to high, and left to scorch.

The craving grew, and I knew, in my mind, that it was the Seed Power, not me. I knew, on some level, that this wasn’t normal, that the mindless, raging need I had for him to come all over me, give me his seed, fill me up, spread it on my skin, own me…

Too much. It was too much.

Tears pooled in my eyes behind the blindfold, and the word—my safe word—was on the tip of my tongue. It was too intense, too much. Too—

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