Page 36 of Room 13: Bred By the Bears

“You’re such a good girl.” Armel pulled out of me, cleaning me up as best he could with his T-shirt, before pulling up my panties and shorts. Once I was reassembled physically, he cradled me in his arms, pushing my hair back from my face, and pressing soft kisses to my forehead.

“Are you okay, Miele?”

“I’m good,” I told him. “Just, jumbled. That was intense. A good intense, but I feel like I haven’t rejoined my body yet.”

He leaned back against the log that just witnessed our mating, cradling me deeper into the basket of his arms.

“Take all the time you need,” he said, pressing his lips to my temple once again, “I’ve got you, whenever you fall back down to earth, it will be here, in my arms.”

twenty-three

I heard Armel’s clomping,heavy footfalls first. Then Miele’s giggles. Hearing that calmed some of my fraying nerves. Ryker stopped by our cabin some time ago, looking shell shocked and turned inside out. He told me I was right. That we’d made a huge mistake in coming here, and that all Miele wanted from us were hard cocks and a good role play.

After changing into some swimming trunks, he took off in the direction opposite the group that splashed and played on the sandy beach, and I hadn’t seen him since. That was easily two hours ago. Though his Apple Watch told me he was in the middle of working out. I guess he was swimming in the lake somewhere out of sight.

That Armel and Miele had not only found one another, but seemed to be happy and playful, suggested at the minimum that she wasn’t upset with us for coming.

“If I get a mosquito bite on my ass or inside the lips of my pussy, you are going to be in a world of hurt.” Miele’s attempt at stern didn’t work when she laughed the words out.

“Stop squirming. We’re almost there. Just play along. He’s gonna love this.”

The door flew open, and the sight of the two of them stunned me silent. Armel carried Miele, basket style in his arms. She was buck naked, dried cum on her legs, fully bound at her hands and feet.

“Sir, I found this one in the woods. Thought she could run away and escape her fate. I don’t think she is worthy of the Chittogan line. Maybe we should send her to the outer planets. Surely, someone willing to disgrace herself by running naked through the woods for all to see, isn’t worthy of the Alpha’s seed.”

Miele snickered, trying valiantly to hide her mirth behind a sharply bitten lip.

“Silence, human. Your disrespect knows no bounds. You better prostrate yourself at his feet and hope that Walter the greatest of Alpha’s graces you with his benevolence. Otherwise it will be the minefields for you.”

“Walter?”She turned her head to shoot a questioning look toward Armel.

“She is not fit for such names.” I took hold of her chin, directing her gaze back to mine. “You will regard me as Obsidian, ruler of the eleven suns, High Commander of the Zenith Fleet.”

“Oh. Oh my god. I get it now. Sci-fi.That’swhat you mean by Alpha.”

“Any more back talk from you and it will be a slap to the face.” Armel poked her with his foot. Nudging her onto all fours. “Display for your Alpha. Show him what he’s about to breed.”

Miele learned quickly. She went down to her elbows and reached behind her, showing me her dirty little asshole and the glorious wet of her pink slit.

“Why has this one been used?” I asked Armel. “Who dares give the High Commander used goods?”

I pressed my fingers into her asshole, feeling the wet squelch of Armel’s cum, and the fluttering kiss of her sphincter welcoming that breach.

“That isn’t her breeding place.” Armel’s fingers joined mine, ignoring the bliss filledmmmfrom Miele. “This place was used just for my enjoyment. She was a fighter. Putting my breeding rod into her, in this place, was the only thing that got her to submit.”

Our fingers traced everywhere, from her asshole to her damp pubic hairs, to the firm clit fully engorged and protruding from its hood. Armel used her well, she appeared totally pliant and still in the heady place where pain and pleasure danced.

“And did she find pleasure in it?”

Miele’s hips humped against our fingers. I would never tire of how wound up she got when we talked about her and cunny as if she was just her sex parts and not a person. Armel took long passes along the length of her slit from clit to asshole, waking up every nerve as he did.

“Her pleasure was not my concern, sire.”

“Regardless, do you think she liked it?”

“It was a struggle at first. I don’t believe she’s ever had a mating rod placed there. I don’t quite understand why these humans have so many holes in their bodies but after a few pumps she made high pitched noises I believe are a sign of enjoyment.”

Just at that moment, Armel gently pinched her clit and she pressed into my hand, making the very noise he’d just described.

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