The Warlord's Pet

by Loki Renard

It was strange hearing her name on his lips. He so rarely used it.

  She should say yes. Of course she should say yes.

  His fingers slipped between the crevice of her hot cheeks, finding her bottom hole with an unerring accuracy. He didn’t touch it directly, but spread her cheeks and toyed his digit around the tight little muscle in a teasing, but ominous fashion.

  “Or, do you want me to take you and fuck you right here?”

  Her bottom clenched and she stopped breathing for a brief moment.

  “Either… or?”

  “If you come back with me, you will be my pet.”

  “But the cage…”

  “I won’t need a cage for you anymore, because I won’t be holding you against your will. You’ll be by my side because you’ve chosen to be.”

  His fingertip left the delicate inner skin of her crevice and drifted lower, skirting around the pouch of her pussy. In spite of the soreness of her bottom, the delicate, gentle touching had a powerful, almost hypnotic quality to it. Celeste found herself gyrating her hips slowly in response, as animal desire beginning to cloud her mind.

  The smell of charring meat interrupted the moment. Alistair swore softly and slid her off his lap, leaving her kneeling on the mossy ground with her pants still around her knees, her bare bottom glowing red in the leaping light of the flames.

  “Think about it,” he said. “One way or another, it could be the last decision you ever make.”

  A tremor of excitement and fear ran through her stomach. She knew precisely what he meant. If she chose to go back to her father, her father would use her for his political gains again. And if she stayed with him, he would be her owner, her master. He would be the man who made the rules by which she lived under for the rest of her life.

  Could she stand to live that way? Could she stand not to live that way?

  The answer was a foregone conclusion, though she did her best to fight it. As the night grew colder, she got hungrier, not just for food, but for so much as a glance from Alistair. It was becoming very clear to her, in the secret recesses of her mind, that she loved him. He said he loved her too. Could she trust that?

  Alistair made no further motion and said no more words to try to convince her. He had meant what he said. It was going to be her choice. It had been so long since she’d made a true choice that the weight of the decision was difficult to bear.

  Finally, as the choice itself began to become painful, she made it. “Can I come back?” She mumbled the words almost under her breath.

  “What was that?” Alistair glanced at her. He was so handsome in the firelight, light dancing against the hard planes of his face, and in his bi-colored eyes.

  “Can I come back, please?”

  He looked at her expectantly.

  “May I come back, please, sir,” she sighed, rolling her eyes.

  Alistair shook his head and continued to turn meat over the fire. “Well, I don’t know about that. You know, if you come back, you’ll have to be a good pet on and off leash.”

  He was going to make her beg. Color and heat suffused Celeste’s face as she struggled with her pride and the realization that words probably weren’t going to be enough.

  “I’ll be good.” The words came out small and soft and squeaky. She was unable to stand still, her entire body squirmed with shame. He wasn’t even looking at her yet. He was pulling the delicious-smelling meat from the fire and putting it on a plate. As she watched with hungry eyes, he bit into a hunk of what seemed to her like the most delicious meal she had ever seen.

  He raised a brow in her direction. “Want some?”

  “Yes, please.”

  Her hopes that he might just give her what she wanted were quickly dashed.

  “You know what you need to do if you want food, pet.” The firelight danced in his eyes as he glanced toward the ground.

  She had sworn she would never kneel again. She had been so certain she did not need him, and now she was hungry not just for the meat he held on his lap, but everything he was and stood for. It wasn’t fair, how her mind wanted one thing and her heart wanted another.

  While she battled with herself, he continued to eat and the meal dwindled as her stomach growled. This wasn’t fair. But nothing ever had been fair where Alistair was concerned. He’d certainly never promised fairness. All he’d promised was that following his rules would result in reward—and not following them would result in punishment.

  She wasn’t aware of having made the decision. In the end, her body made it for her mind. Celeste found her knees buckling under the weight of the revelation, taking her to the ground next to him.

  “Good girl.” He smiled down at her, plucked a flake of meat from his plate and offered it to her between two fingers. She reached out and took it gently between her teeth, then chewed and swallowed as he watched her intently with an approving expression.

  “Hunger is only satisfied when we allow ourselves to get what we really need.”

  He took another piece of meat and fed it to her with the cryptic comment hanging in the air.

  “You think I’m weak now, don’t you,” she said when she had filled her belly with meat and shame.

  “On the contrary, Celeste,” he said. “You’ve never been stronger in my eyes. It takes real strength to own your desires. I can force many things on you and you can play the victim and we can live a lie in which I oppress you and you suffer. Or you can be what you really are, my pet. And I can be what I really am—your owner.”

  She felt her pussy clench internally with excitement at his words. Alistair left nothing unspoken. There were no dark crevices where words did not dare go. He had brought her nature into the light, and his with it.

  It was all too intense for her. He had managed to turn her proud escape into the grandest display of her submission yet.

  Alistair reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. “Do you understand what I’m saying, pet?”

  “Yes, sir,” she muttered.

  He turned his body toward her and his hand went to the zipper of his fly. He pulled it down and let his heavy cock slide out of his pants. She felt his hand go to her hair and for a minute, she thought he was going to make her suck him. Instead, he pulled her just close enough that her lips were touching the shaft.

  “Show me, pet,” he murmured. “Show me what you understand.”

  She was wet. It wasn’t fair, but she was absolutely soaked with arousal. His mastery did not require any men to enforce his will, or any special title, position, or power. His naked manhood was all it took to make her body react. The scent of him, the taste of him. Her tongue slid slowly toward his shaft and lapped gently at the thick flesh.

  “Good girl,” he praised as she let her tongue explore him further, running from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, which was now pointing directly at her face. He had been only partially aroused when he first exposed himself, but that was quickly changing. Thick and heavy became girthy and hard as Celeste wrapped her lips around him and sucked his cock with increasing passion.

  This was what her animal self wanted. This was what she enjoyed to the core of her being, when her pride and her questioning mind left the picture and allowed her to be what she truly wanted to be.

  Alistair fucked her mouth slowly, his cock sliding between her lips with commanding thrusts. Celeste felt her wetness growing between her thighs as her body slipped into a now familiar submission. It was not her mouth he ultimately wanted, however, or her wet little pussy either.

  “Turn around and spread your cheeks,” he commanded, pulling out of her mouth.

  Celeste hesitated for the briefest of moments before obeying. She was glad that she still had the reinforced pants halfway down her legs, they gave nice protection to her knees, and Alistair reached around and put his coat on the ground in front of her so she could rest her face against it as she bent down, her ass held high as she put her hands to her cheeks and spread them.

  “You are so beautiful, p
et,” he murmured, sliding a fingertip gently along the wet folds of her slit. She shivered, partially from the cold, but more from the sensations he was building inside her. The fire kept them warm as Alistair played with her pussy, teasing it with gentle strokes and little slaps and pushing his fingers a little way in before sliding them out again. He was in no hurry as he enjoyed her body, rubbing her pussy to the brink of climax as she gasped into the night air and her breath fogged against the cool breeze.

  He did not let her come. Instead he began gathering her juices, harvesting her arousal. She found herself moaning softly as he coated her bottom with the slick wetness and used the lubrication from her flowing pussy to ease the passage of his thick cock into her bottom hole. The tail plug had trained her physically for the sensation, but not emotionally. It was completely different to be kneeling on the ground, her cheeks obediently parted for the man who was fucking her bottom.

  “Alistair…” She moaned his name as inch by inch he took the very last hole she had.

  This was certainly not how she had planned her escape. When her ship blasted away from the planet where she had been prisoner, Celeste had never imagined that in a few short hours she would be on her knees, willingly offering her bottom to the man she had escaped from.

  He pushed slowly all the way into her bottom, leaned over her body and murmured the words that had made all the difference one more time. “I love you, pet.”

  She wanted to believe him, though she knew it was possible he was only saying these things to make her more compliant. Though she could not know the truth of his feelings, her body continued to obey him as he looped an arm around her waist and played with her clit, making it pleasurable for her as her bottom was filled over and over with slow surging strokes that made her feel full in the most intimate way.

  Alistair claimed her over and over again, the speed of his strokes increasing as his cock started to swell inside her hot, slippery bottom. The effort of keeping her cheeks spread for him kept her in the moment of submission; every time his thick cock plunged inside her, it was she who made his passage easier by relaxing the tight muscles of her bottom.

  She felt his fingertips close around the hot little bud of her clit in a pinch, which made her cry out. He held her there, his cock in her ass, her clit imprisoned between his fingers, her pussy leaking juices down her thighs.

  “You’re mine, aren’t you, pet.” He growled the question softly in her ear.

  “Yes!” She moaned the word. “I’m yours.”

  “Good girl.”

  She felt him take both her wrists in one of his hands and pin her arms above her head. There was no need for her to hold her cheeks open anymore; he was deep inside her and her bottom was accepting his cock, her bottom hole open around the hardness of his flesh. He held her hands down as her ass remained high and his hips began to slap against her spanked cheeks as he fucked her hard, using her ass for his pleasure and strumming her clit with his other hand in a hard rubbing motion.

  Celeste bucked beneath him, her hips grinding, her ass rising up to him as she came against his fingers and around his cock. He was right with her in the moment of peak pleasure, slamming hard against her ass as he unloaded torrents of cum inside her bottom with a primal cry of ownership and pleasure that filled the night sky.

  She was weak with exhaustion in the aftermath of the vigorous fucking, but Alistair took tender care of her, scooping her up into his arms so her head rested against his shoulder as he carried her to the safety of his shuttle.

  “Come, pet,” he said as he kissed her cheek. “Let’s go home.”

  Chapter Nine

  Weeks passed in relative peace. Celeste was still not an easy or compliant pet, but she was much less trouble now that she had decided to be his. Alistair continued to train her, enjoying her spirit that occasionally bent, but never broke.

  It was summer, and the days were long. Now that he no longer needed to worry about her fleeing into trouble, he took Celeste out into the wilds and from the safety of an armored vehicle, let her enjoy the sights of the animals that roamed the plains. From the moment she had first laid eyes on Vector Prime, she had been enchanted with it, and he had seen her gazing longingly out the windows many times during her captivity. It was good to reward her by taking her into the wilds.

  “Can we not go out and walk among them?” She gave him a pleading look as he stopped the vehicle a few hundred yards from grazing ungulates with large, gentle eyes, a pink hue to their fur, and long swishing tails that wagged almost constantly. “They look so friendly.”

  He supposed they did look friendly, if one ignored the large curling horns on their heads, and the razor-sharp barbs that were ranged along their spines.

  “Those are the most dangerous animals on this planet,” Alistair said. “They can run ten times as fast as any man, and those horns can crush and disembowel an armored warrior.”

  “Ten times as fast?” Celeste looked skeptical. “That would be very fast.”

  “I think you’re about to see it for yourself,” Alistair said, pointing at the lead beast. It had raised its head and was signaling that it was time for the herd to move with a long bellowing cry that caused all the animals to stop grazing and raise their heads.

  Alistair turned the vehicle around so that they could follow the herd as it began to move, first at a walk, then at a lope, then at a run. The ecstatic expression on Celeste’s face made him decide to pull forward into the herd itself so the beasts swarmed around the vehicle, powerful bodies thundering beside so close Celeste likely would have tried to reach out and touch one if the windows weren’t tightly locked and closed. Her palms were pressed flat against the glass, her nose too. She didn’t move from that position for miles, until Alistair slowed the vehicle and let the beasts continue on their way.

  * * *

  “I love this planet,” Celeste grinned as her heart continued to race. Driving with the herd had been one of the most exciting things she’d ever done. It had probably been dangerous too, but Alistair had made her feel perfectly safe. “I’ve seen hundreds of them, but none like this one.”

  He smiled at her, his handsome face lit up with pride. She wasn’t sure if he was proud of Vector Prime, or her; she somewhat hoped that the answer was both.

  The track they were following started to wind up the incline of a small flat-topped hillock. At the summit was a small field camp.

  “We’re going to spend the night,” Alistair said, making her clap her hands in glee. “Now, these are the wilds, pet. There are all kinds of animals out here and a lot of them are dangerous. I need you to stay near me at all times. No wandering off. Will you do that? Or do I need to leash you?”

  “You don’t need to leash me,” she pouted.

  “Do I need to spank you for attitude?”

  Celeste rolled her eyes at him, then dodged away as he aimed a slap at her bottom. She was not entirely naked for once; he had allowed her to wear a small pair of skintight shorts made of a smooth fiber, and a matching vest that left little to the imagination, but did keep some of the dust and dirt of the wilds out of her sensitive crevices.

  He grabbed her by the arm, swung her about, and gave three sharp slaps to her bottom. She wriggled and let out yelps of complaint, but knew she wasn’t really in trouble. He was just reminding her that the rules still applied even though they were in a new environment—much to her chagrin, as she had been hoping she could get away with a little more.

  “That hurt,” she complained, rubbing her bottom once he released her and she was able to do so.

  “No, it didn’t, brat,” he shot back. “Come help me build a fire.”

  She saved herself any more trouble by choosing to obey, and the rest of the evening went without event. Alistair told her about various places on Vector Prime they might visit one day, jungles where big cats with fangs longer than her arms roamed, icy plains at the poles where oversized hairy creatures that looked a little like apes, but had eyes like wolves lived in
caves carved into mountains of ice…

  “There could be more creatures,” he said. “Vector Prime is yet to be properly explored. Satellite images can miss what’s going on in heavily wooded areas, or underground, certainly inside oceans…”

  Celeste loved listening to Alistair talk about his planet. It was obvious that he had a real love for the place, and for the colonists who had been brave enough to settle it.

  “I was the first generation born here,” he said. “Vector Prime has only been settled for fifty years, but it’s one of the oldest planets geographically in the System.”

  “I want to explore it,” Celeste said eagerly. “I want to name something after myself.”

  “Spoken like a true colonist,” he laughed. “But I don’t know if we have anything else we need named ‘pet.’”

  Celeste risked another eye roll at him. “I do have a name,” she reminded him.

  “Oh, I know.”

  “You never use it.” There was more than a little accusation in her tone.

  Alistair reached out and pulled her close. He was lying on his side, his head propped up against his hand. She found herself sitting in front of him, legs crossed, looking into his eyes with a pout firmly established on her face.

  He opened his mouth, and said words she had once despaired of ever hearing. “I love you, Celeste.”

  Celeste’s eyes filled with tears. She wasn’t sure why. He had said he loved her before out on the asteroid. But hearing it now, in the middle of the wilds of Vector Prime, it struck her differently. She had secretly feared that perhaps he had only told her that he loved her out on the asteroid because he had wanted her to come back. But there was something in his voice and eyes now, matched with the awe-inspiring backdrop of the wilds, which made the words sink into her soul. Her tears were an expression of being overwhelmed by the words, delivered in a gravelly, intense drawl that had seemed to sear them on her soul.

  “Don’t cry, pet,” he said, leaning forward to kiss her lips. “It’s not so bad, is it, to be loved by me?”