Page 46 of Captured By The Alien Barbarian
“You taste so good,” Taccit says, gazing at me as he lifts his head. “I could do this all day.”
My core clenches, and a whimper escapes my throat at the thought. Instead of speaking, I cry out when he leans back down to focus on my clit, using the flat of his tongue in a way that sends sparks through my entire body.
Something probes at my entrance, and then the tip of his tail slides inside of me.
“So tight,” he says, sending tingles across my sensitive skin and causing me to squirm in delight.
His tail begins a slow exploration within me, reaching tender areas that make my legs twitch. He firmly holds my legs open with a strong grip and his wide shoulders.
“Do you want to come for me?” he asks, his golden eyes hot with lust as they still on mine. He grins predatorily, exposing his sharp teeth. “Do you even deserve it?”
“Yes!” I say as his tail continues to pump inside me. He withdraws with a purposeful, slow swipe, and I can’t help but cry out in loss.
“Please,” I say, “I need more.”
“You beg so beautifully, my mate,” Taccit laughs darkly. “But I’m not sure you deserve it. After all, you never apologized for leaving.”
His hands grip my waist and suddenly, I feel disoriented. I find myself on my hands and knees. A hand presses down on my shoulder blades, pushing me further into the furs but leaving my behind high in the air. And exposed.
Taccit’s hand gently caresses my hip and ass, and says, “So beautiful.”
Fiery heat intensifies between my legs, making my thighs even slicker.
Without warning, his hand comes down on one of my ass cheeks. I cry out from the unexpected sharp connection. Before I can complain, Taccit’s soothing strokes alleviate the sting.
However, the second blow comes just as suddenly as the first.
“Ow!” I say, unsure whether I’m trying to push against him for more or trying to escape the pain.
“Tell me you were bad. Tell me you were naughty and need to be punished.”
I glare at him over my shoulder, trying to catch my breath. My flesh shudders with a forceful slap, and my hips jerk in response. As I struggle against him, my eyes well up with tears, the initial sting starting to burn and ache. His gentle caress strokes my inflamed flesh, somehow soothing and pleasant in the midst of my pain.
It’s so messed up that I’m enjoying this. I should be furious at the way he’s restrained me, how he subjects my body to this treatment without my consent. And yet, I’ve never told him to stop, and I can’t bring myself to ask him to.
“Have you been bad?” He stops spanking me, and his fingers trail across my bottom and between my legs, teasing my entrance.
“Yes!” I cry out, almost involuntarily, as his fingers push deeper inside me.
He pauses momentarily, then pulls his fingers out to stroke my skin. “Yes, what? You didn’t admit to being naughty, my little mate.”
In my disoriented state, I can’t focus on anything other than his fingers exploring my body. The need for him takes over.
“Have you been naughty?” he says, close enough that I can feel the warmth on my back. His fingers swirl around my entrance, applying gentle pressure that makes me desperate for more.
“Yes, yes, I have,” I say, willing to admit anything if he would just enter me.
He rewards my submission by plunging not one but three fingers inside of me. My body arches as waves of pleasure surge from my head to my toes. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of me until the intensity of my pleasure ebbs, carefully controlling my descent.
He places a tender kiss on the small of my back.
“Now...” I feel him move closer, his heat pressing against my hip. I gasp as his erection slides between my thighs, brushing against my still-sensitive clit. My thighs instinctively tighten around him, increasing the pressure and rekindling the sparks of desire within me.
He rocks against me, his hips pushing mine forward. Each motion brings his cock in contact with my slick folds, sending sparks of pleasure through me. “Now,” he says, “are you going to be a good girl?”
I nod, voice shaky. “Yes. I’ll be a good girl.”
His low chuckle ripples through the room, both eerie and exhilarating. He pulls back, positioning himself at my entrance. I try to push against him to take him deeper, but he holds me firmly in place with hands gripping tightly to my hips.
