Page 41 of Alien Captain's Prisoner

…or, at least, that’s the reason I give myself – because it’s too shameful to think that I suddenly ache for the cocky arrogance of Captain Aelon to punish me instead.

I use the last of my strength to force my head up and meet Aelon’s hungry eyes – gasping sharply as Vinicus lays another hard spank down across my ass.

“A-aren’tyougoing to take a turn?”

I put a challenging tone in my voice – as much as I can muster – and Ihopethat Aelon can see how close Vinicus is to losing complete control.

Thank the Gods, my strategy works. Captain Aelon suddenly snaps his fingers, and Vinicus stops his brutal spanking.

For a moment, he just sits there, gasping raggedly. I lie across his lap – panting and squirming, feeling my nipples ache and my pussy throb. My ass is on fire, and Vinicus’ huge cock is prodding relentlessly into my stomach.

With a snarl, Vinicus stands to his full height – lifting me from his lap like I’m just a doll.

The noise of the crowd suddenly hits me.

The laughter. The raucous jeers and hollers. It’s practically deafening.

But weirdly enough, I’d blocked it all out. This room had been filled with these testosterone-fueled roars and jeers the entire time I was being spanked – but while I was receiving my punishment, I’d been so dialed into the touch and breath of Vinicus as he disciplined me that all I could hear was his harsh, ragged breathing and the gunshot-like cracks of his huge palm on my red, jiggling ass cheeks.

My ass must be bright red. Iknowthat the red outline of Vinicus’s huge palm is imprinted on me, like he’s marked his property. My whole body is on fire, but I hold my head up as high as I can – despite the tears welling up in my eyes and threatening to gush out like a spring melt.

Captain Aelon turns to the crowd – addressing them like a showman.

“The womantestsme!” Aelon announces. “She’ll regret it – I’m not as gentle as our friend Vinicus.”

Fuck.

He’s not joking. Aelon has a stern, powerful expression on his face. He’s in full control, unlike the on-the-brink Vinicus, who was seconds away from descending into the fabled mating frenzy.

I played a dangerous hand of cards. I already know enough about Aurelians to know how much theycravedominance – and while Vinicus bore the brunt of punishing me, Aelon himself was clearly not…unaffectedby it.

I mean, that’s assuming that huge thing snaking down his pant leg right now – pressing towards me hungrily – isn’t a king cobra. I thought the pressure of Vinicus’s huge cock, relentlessly prodding into my belly, was too big to be believed. Aelon, if it’s even possible, seems to be packingmoreinside those pants of his.

I’ve heard rumors of Aurelians being well-endowed – but this isn’t even reality. I’ve had a few lovers in the past, but if the pressure of Vinicus’s cock and the outline straining Aelon’s pants is any indication, they were hung like little boys compared to these looming aliens. Their cocks must beimmense.

If Captain Aelon released that beast and got it anywhere near me, I probably wouldn’t be able to walk fordays...

The same goes for Vinicus. Fuck, I imagine every Aurelian in this mess hall is sporting a hard-on the size of a baseball bat; and they’re all shivering with desire to sink theirs inside me.

I thought Vinicus losing control would be dangerous. What would have happened if he had, though? Would the sight of him fucking me in the Aurelian mating frenzy snap the others into the same madness? Would Vinicus’ relentless fucking be followed by Captain Aelon taking me? And then each and every other Aurelian in this mess hall?

I shudder at the thought.

Then, adding to my trembling anxiety, Captain Aelon steps forward, looming over me.

I grit my teeth, summoning my anger – but he speaks before I get the chance to.

“I cantasteyour need,” he snarls at me, low enough that only I can hear it. “Shall we end the charade now, Tasha? Shall I bend you over this chair and just give you what you need?”

I moan hotly in need – and then snarl in frustration and anger.

Captain Aelon catches my wrist as I launch a slap at him – his fingers clamping around my hand a foot away from his infuriatingly handsome face.

He doesn’t punish me for that attempt. In fact, it’s almost like I never defied him – as if my attempted slap was as irrelevant to him as the buzzing of a fly.

Instead, he justgrabsme - flipping me over and across his lap. I gasp loudly as he pins me down – no less effortlessly than Vinicus had done. One of his hands presses into the small of my back. The other brushes lightly across my red, burning ass cheeks – the touch as gentle as a kiss.

Oh, fuck – I curse my pussy for throbbing at the brush of his skin.

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