Page 22 of Bonded By Savages

And losing. He takes a step forward, his fists clenching. I don’t understand. Fanaticstake.They breed mercilessly. He shouldn’t be fighting his base urges, instead throwing me onto the table and forcing my legs open.

Tarak stares at me, drool dripping down his lips. He grabs the wooden table, clenching so hard it creaks and dents. His bicep bulges under his thin grey T-shirt, and I see sweat stains under his armpits. Sweat drips down his brow as he fights desperately not to take me. There’s a rip as his cock rears up, tearing the material of his pants. He’s got two huge, full, hanging balls, and a thick cock with a downward curve that would break me apart like his combat pants.

Aneepcomes out of my mouth and I step back.

Damian snarls. “I owe you a spanking, my Mate. You’ll get it when you’re healthy. Youwillobey.”

I back away, and stumble, almost falling, dizzy from the lust and adrenaline, my body so weak and tired from the escape and the weight of all the events happening at once. “Servants! Take her!” he yells.

The two women in brown clothes dart in, their eyes downwards, but I see them steal glances at the two men’s manhood, and the strangest surge of jealousy fills me.

Are these two in their harem? Do they fuck them like toys?

They help me up the stairs. “I can walk,” I say, when we get up the first flight, my head clearing. I use the guardrails and walk up the three more flights to the top floor. I go into the bedroom, and they follow me in. I sit down heavy on the bed, panting from the exertion.

And something else.

Need.

Deep, insistent need, to give myself to the alien warriors who saved me..

Or captured me.

“Do you need anything, my lady?” One of the servants has a plain face, quite lean, maybe thirty, while the other is chubby, well-fed and healthy, perhaps in her late thirties or early forties.

I bite my lip. “Those two. What are they like?”

“They’re fierce warriors, my lady. They never once touched us. They have eyes only for you,” says the first servant, in a soft voice, like she’s scared I’ll break.

I swallow hard. “I…I’d like to be alone for now. I need to sleep. Please, more broth when I wake,” I say. Then I feel embarrassed. “Never mind, I’ll come to get it myself,” I say, not wanting to order them around.

“Of course not. I’ll bring it up. Rest, recover. We’re here for you. I’m Laura,” says the plump woman. “And this is Matil.”

Matil smiles.

“Do they treat you well?” I ask, looking for a shred of humanity in the beastly men who believe they own me.

Laura grins. “Oh yes. Better than where I was before here, that’s the truth of the Gods,” she says, and turns to leave. They close the door behind them, and I’m alone.

My stomach protests, but the pain of hunger is soothing.

And it’s nothing compared to the new sensations taking control.

Lust. Pure, instinctive lust.

“You will obey.”

Damian’s dark, powerful voice echoes in my mind. Fuck. It’s too much to handle right now. I can’t help but imagine being over the alien’s lap, and this time, he doesn’t hold back. There would be a shameful, helpless lust in kicking and struggling while he spanks me over and over, turning my ass red and marking me as his.

I pull off the dress that the Toad Lord gave me, hating it, throwing it aside. My nipples are hard little buds, too sensitive against the sheets that are so soft they feel like they are caressing me, and I toss and turn, insistent heat between my legs.

He barely held back this time.

When I’m over his lap again, nothing will stop him. He’ll lose himself to the Mating Rage. I don’t know if it’s my frail condition or my terror, but something is stopping them from snapping…

And I’m starting to get less scared and more turned on by the warrior beasts.

I grit my teeth.

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