Page 36 of Her Alien Beast
Chapter 23
AMIRA
A week passesand Vlann barely lets me out of his sight. But I don’t mind. I’m happy to be near him, happy that Gregory’s reign of terror is quickly becoming a distant memory. It’s quiet on the mountain and no one comes to visit. I prefer it this way. Sometimes, it seems as though Vlann and I are the only two people left in the world. He makes me feel safe and loved and I can’t imagine life without him.
My parents are planning to visit us in a few days, but thankfully they have understood our desire to have some time to ourselves after the ordeal with Gregory. The newsfeeds are going crazy with news about Gregory’s crimes, all of which are now public knowledge, and his father is now under investigation as well. I’m glad I’m on the mountain, all alone with Vlann where I won’t run into anyone who will ask me questions or stop to stare. In fact, I don’t plan on venturing near any settlements until the newsfeeds stop running daily stories about what happened.
I’m in my favorite spot by the window in the sitting room, enjoying the beauty of the sun setting over the mountains, when I hear Vlann walk in behind me. I turn and give him a warm smile.
“Whatever you’re cooking smells delicious,” I say.
He grasps my hand and helps me to my feet before pulling me close for a kiss that’s tender at first, though it soon becomes passionate. I wrap my arms around him, a pleasurable shiver running through me. He growls as he’s kissing me and a powerful ache builds between my thighs, intense and all-consuming.
“Dinner won’t be ready for a while,” he says, “I’m baking a Yestrusian vegetable pie.” His eyes are full of dark promise and I quiver in his hold, anticipation curling in my lower stomach.
“Is that so?” I ask, already breathless.
He responds by sweeping me up into his arms and carrying me into the master bedroom. My heart commences pounding and the heated pulses affecting my center increase with each shaky breath.
He places me down upon the bed and wastes no time in removing my clothing. Piercing me with a stern look, he proceeds to strip off his shirt and pants. I know this look. It’s the look that tells me he’s going to be rough. Instinctively, I part my thighs as he crawls onto the bed to join me. He settles himself between my thighs and drags his cock up and down through my gathering moisture. A whimper leaves me each time the tip of his hardness touches my throbbing clit.
“You’re so wet, little human. I bet your pussy is aching.”
Nothing but a needy moan escapes me, as I can’t find my voice. He’s been extremely gentle with me since the incident with Gregory and I can’t deny that I’m eager for his roughness. I want to feel him pounding into me hard and fast, without mercy. I even want him to spank me, though I’m too embarrassed to ask for it.
As if reading my thoughts, he turns me over, guiding me onto my hands and knees. “Move your knees apart more and arch your back,” he says. “I want a clear view of your pussy and that little hole between your cheeks.”
Mortified, I do as he asks. When I feel the cool air hitting my bottom hole, my face flames and I whimper, though I don’t dare move out of position. He starts spanking me, though the smacks are light, barely packing a sting. But just as I sigh and start to enjoy the gentle slaps, he starts smacking me harder, and faster. It quickly becomes a struggle to remain in position, to keep being his good girl.
He pauses briefly and runs a hand over my stinging cheeks. “Hm. Not quite red enough yet. You’ll receive ten more, little human, and they’re going to be the hardest slaps yet. Do you understand?”
I exhale the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “Yes, sir,” I reply. “I understand.”
True to his word, the last ten spanks are the hardest. I almost lurch forward to dodge the last blow, but somehow, I summon the self-control to remain in place. Once he’s finished, he reaches between my thighs, stroking through my wetness. To my complete humiliation, he spreads moisture from my pussy overtop my bottom hole, massaging the pucker with slow but firm caresses.
“I like touching you here,” he says, his voice deeper than usual. “I like watching your pucker clench and unclench while I tend to it. And just look at your pussy, little human. You’re becoming wetter and wetter. I think you like this.”
“No,” I say, shaking my head back and forth. “No, please. I-I-you mustn’t touch me there.”
He moves his hand away from my bottom hole only long enough to land two hard smacks to the lowest curve of my ass. “Naughty, naughty. I’m your mate, Amira, your master. You’re mine, every little part of you.Mine.” He returns his focus to my bottom hole and this time he nudges a finger inside, penetrating my most private place, a place he’s never touched before today.
With his finger still submerged inside my tight ass, he starts shoving his cock into my center, driving fast and deep as his balls slap heavily upon my clit with each thrust. It’s not long before a quaking release overtakes me. I cry out and moan as I feel my bottom clamping down around Vlann’s digit. He pushes deeper in my ass and starts driving into me faster. I brace my hands in front of me and he grips one of my hips, helping to hold me in place for this brutal claiming.
Yes. I ought to be outraged by this rough treatment, but I’m not. I crave it. His sternness, his authority over me, even the pain that accompanies the pleasure. I crave it all and I want to be his good girl and take every painful smack he gives me, and every hard thrust. Despite my earlier protests, the fullness in my bottom is only increasing the pleasure.
Another orgasm steals through me, just before Vlann tenses behind me and releases a fierce growl. I feel the warmth of his seed filling me as he tightens his hold on my hip.
I struggle for air as he withdraws his finger from my bottom hole. He gathers me in his arms and settles me on his lap. Drained of all energy, I rest my head against his chest and listen to the steady beating of his heart. I absently stroke his arm, running my fingers over his smooth but hard armored skin. I withdraw from him slightly and peer up into his warm otherworldly gaze.
“You’re mine forever,” he says. “My sweet little human, my good girl.”
~ THE END ~
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