Their Human Pets (Monrok Masters Book 1)

by Aubrey Cara

  “Bring the water and cloth over here and wash me, pet.”

  Eyes cast down, she hurries to do my bidding, but I can tell from the grimace on her face what the rush has caused her.

  “Are there any medicinals onboard that will help ease your ache?” I ask, partly for selfish reasons.

  “The veran keep a healing salve in their quarters. But it wasn’t allowed to be used on the pets. Mast—the king,” she quickly amends, “preferred we experience every bit of his use of us.”

  Of course, he would. Though not as torture minded as his son Kaihan, King Thaain was still Zapex. Their race as a whole naturally tends toward sadistic.

  While I enjoyed my new acquisition’s pain, the sensation was better enjoyed when she was made to also reach pleasure. And when she’s not in use, I see no reason the girl should be in discomfort. Though seeing her move lightly, and scenting how she aches from the effects of my cock, still gives me satisfaction.

  She runs the wet cloth over the tops of my thighs and my groin. I let her clean me fully before guiding her delicate hand back to my cock, which is hard and begging for attention. Her fingers hardly fit around the girth, so I wrap my hand over hers and show her just how I want to be stroked.

  Her breath comes in heavy bursts as I start fucking our fists, and I can hear her heartbeat as she watches our hands sliding along my length. My cock twitches, and I feel the surge work up my shaft. I yank her forward by the back of her head and shove my spurting length between her lips, coming as she tries to swallow and sputters on all the essence pouring out of me. It runs down her chin and over her breasts, and I rub it in and pull her mouth down to mine, wanting to taste my essence on her.

  She freezes, every muscle in her body going rigid. I smile against her stiff lips and coax her mouth open, sliding my tongue in. She allows my exploration, eventually relaxing. Tentatively, her little tongue butts against mine to play and twine. When I finally pull back, she is glassy eyed and panting in a way that makes my chest swell with pride for making her so.

  Picking up the cloth, I wring it and gently clean her face but leave the essence that marks her throat and pert breasts. My cock rises to life again just at her nearness, and I give it a hard squeeze to subside its growth. Thinking better of using my sore pet, I rise and shrug on my pants.

  Using my cybernetics, I link to our ship to check the sensors and data feed. The ship Scevan had spotted has dropped from the radar, which is a concern. A Monrok ship couldn’t cloak itself from another Monrok vessel.

  I scan and copy the data to the crew, to update them without interrupting their sport. They’re likely too busy with their females to notice. I will give them half a shift more before I make them put their cocks away.

  My eyes wander over my little female, stopping at her breasts and her pouty sex with appreciation. Possessive pride fills me, but a fiery sensation burns in my gut at the thought of anyone else seeing her so, especially Monrok or other beings not in my crew. I grab one of the silky coverings draped over a giant cushion and wrap it around her, pulling the ends up to tie behind her neck. The fabric drapes over her body in a way that highlights her sensuous curves, but hides my favorite parts of her.

  I nod at her in satisfaction. “Come, show me to the veran quarters so we may retrieve some healing salve.” I will not be as indifferent to her as the king was I’ll treat my pet’s aches before I use her again.

  Her eyes light with surprise before she casts her gaze down, but her lips tug up at the corners. “Yes, master.”

  Those words on her lips… I am going to be walking with a constant erection living with this female.

  She leads me out the door and down the hall, while tentatively rubbing the silky covering she wears between her fingers and against her skin. Raised on the king’s pleasure vessel, she’s likely never worn a garment of any kind, and I wonder if she likes it. There is something about giving this little female pleasure I find appealing.

  As we traverse the passageway, moans and cries can be heard behind closed doors, and I wonder how my brethren fare.

  DAG

  The Monrok pups are at last trailing out the door behind their pets. Those females might as well have Tal and Screvan’s cocks on leashes.

  The veran gyrates every blue inch of herself against me, as if she doesn’t already have my full, undivided attention. I’ve been hyper aware of every little breath she’s taken since we’ve entered this Shangri-La of ship rooms.

  “I am Vera,” she says.

  I grin, Vera the veran. Her sultry voice alone would be enough to make my lifebringer swell to attention if it weren’t already throbbing in my pants. As it is, it twitches in her direction like a homing device that’s locked onto her pussy, as the pups call it. Veran pussy.

  “And what should I call you, sire?” she asks at my ear. Her warm breath puffs over my skin, before she turns, undulating her lithesome ass against my cock. Her slim back teases my front.

  I fist her black hair, tilting her head to the side. Her scent is intoxicating. “You may call me Dag, save for when I’m fucking you, my lovely veran. Then you call me master.”

  Her laughter floats up like a tinkling of chimes, but, unlike a gearan’s similar tone, hers is melodious. It plays along my senses, trying to take root. She’s a fucking siren. A siren trying to play tricks on this old Monrok. Whispers like smoke brush up against my mind, trying to breach. She’s also adorable to think she can probe my mind, the powerful little vixen. If it weren’t for my cybernetics blocking such things, she may have had me hypnotized without my even noticing.

  “That sort of shit won’t work on me, my sneaky little sorceress.”

  Her eyes flare in surprise for only an instant before she masks whatever is spinning in that deceitful head of hers. When she faces me again, it’s with respect. “I knew Monrok were powerful.” She nimbly grabs my hard cock through my pants. “I didn’t realize how powerful.” She rubs her pouty breasts press my chest, her nipples beaded.

  Oh, yes, the veran is even better than I anticipated. I’m going to enjoy making such a creature submit to me.

  “Would you like me to tell you of your future, Sire Dag?”

  “I’d rather it be a surprise.” In a move other beings wouldn’t be capable of, I have her up against the wall, her arms spread wide and electromagnetic cuffs snapped on her wrists. I knee her thighs far apart and enjoy the hiss of anger that comes from her as she fights her restraints. “How ’bout I tell you your future, instead?”

  Turns out black eyes can burn with fire. Her hair whips around with her irritation, and I grab some strands, twining them around my finger in fascination.

  “Mysteries of the Zapex females and veran abound, you know,” I say conversationally as I lift, open, and lock each of her thighs in a cuff, just above the knee. I stand back and stare at her in all her spread glory.

  Her cunt is a deeper shade of blue, nearly purple, and it smells as exotic and inviting as she does. Her breasts are perfect mounds, topped with dark nipples. She appears lithesome and young, but that means nothing when it comes to Zapex. Like with Monrok, they stop their aging early.

  “Did you know there is no intel on the nervous systems of veran?” I say, running my hand over her breasts, learning the texture and feel of her. Smaller than some of the human pets but no less lovely. I pinch her nipple and watch her jerk in her bonds.

  “We don’t know the sensitivity levels in your breasts.” I smack one then the other and her chest heaves, but she says nothing, so I continue my exploration. “We don’t know if you’re stimulated by pain.” I crack my hand on her cunt, and she gasps, shifting her hips forward but unable to go anywhere in her bonds.

  “I never thought Monrok would enjoy toying with their prey,” she says, making me chuckle.

  “I guess Monrok are mysterious, too.” I press my length against her, fighting the urge to just fuck her to oblivion. I want to make her beg and plead before I take her. I want her to know my power over her is absol
ute. I fist a hand in her hair. Jerking her head to the side, I run my tongue along her vulnerable neck and breathe in the scent of her. “Do you know what I’ve always wondered about?” I glide my hand down her front, enjoying how she sucks in her belly as if to get away from my touch, and cup her sex. “Veran cunt.”

  I run my fingers along the silky slit, the moisture beading there the same texture as nhu oil. I check for a hood and find none, so I delve my fingers inside. Her cunt opening is a tight ring, like an asshole that grasps my digits. I explore around the ring, and she hums a harmonious tinkling of sound.

  She may not have a clit, but she has a pleasure center. I circle and press the tight ring of her opening while tweaking at the buds of her nipples until she’s panting and that freakish hair of hers wraps around me in strokes and caresses.

  “Would you like to know your future, Vera?” I ask at her ear.

  “I already know it, Monrok,” she says with grim acceptance.

  I pull out my cock and fit it to her opening. “Then you know you’re destined to belong to me?” I cup her throat, squeezing a little tighter with every inch of cock I feed inside her snug cunt. “To be my pet?”

  She whimpers, and her blocking is too fine tuned to guess whether in pleasure or pain. I ease my hold on her throat just the slightest, and she gasps for breath. “Yes, master.” Her words drip with condescension.

  “How much that must grate on your tongue, to call a Monrok, master.”

  In answer, she clenches her internal muscles on me, making my head swim before my cybernetics clear my mind once again. Her cunt is like an accordion, obviously designed for the tapering multi-bulbed Zapex cock. The top ring closes around the head of my cock, milking it like a throat. I try to pull out to thrust, but she has me locked in her clutches.

  I squeeze her throat until she writhes, then loosen my grip to allow her air. I love the way she struggles, never once losing the fiery burn in her gaze.

  “You think to control me, pet?” And she does. Her cunt contracts on me so tight, my cock threatens to knot. I curse.

  Veran pussy is even better than I anticipated.

  Vera

  Sexual congress has always been fluid and enjoyable, if not often mundane, but the Monrok is making things interesting. Arms restrained, I channel the energy in the air and whip my hair across his face, but it’s not nearly as satisfying as I had hoped.

  “I don’t know, master. Do you think to control me?” I ripple my rings against his cock, keeping the head of him locked inside me, and something swells in my middle chamber, pushing against my rings. I grit my teeth to keep a tight hold on him.

  Getting him to spill his essence quickly is my only self-defense against his arrogance, and the onslaught of flashes of his past that keep coming at me. Mind melding isn’t working on him. Normally I can control and direct what I see, but each time I try to channel my vision, I’m buffeted with his memories.

  Pain of being torn apart and rebuilt from his organic origin hits me so quickly, it steals my breath before I’m filled with a sense of savagery as he tears creatures apart in war. And then all is calm before my soul aches and fills with the bleakness of a night never ending.

  Part of me wants to cradle the small scared child he was and soothe the beast of a man he has become. Empathy is a foreign emotion, and one I cannot show this Monrok.

  When my sisters told me my fate, I wasn’t concerned about anything but my loss of them. They had all led long lives as the king’s concubines, but I am much younger in body if not spirit. My soul is old, having been passed down by the ancestors. So, my sisters left me to help fulfill the prophecies of the universe. And I let them go, thinking I could control my new master. Naively, I believed the Monrok were slightly better than mindless animals, who would be easily manipulated by one such as I.

  The reality is intriguing if disconcerting.

  A challenge.

  “Fight me, veran, and I will punish you.” Clenching my throat until I struggle to breathe, he slaps my breast in warning. I arch my back, straining my internal muscles’ hold on his cock. Our breasts are sensitive, as are our internal rings. He so easily discovered my nerve-laden bands that are much like the human’s clitoris.

  “Then you will punish me,” I rasp, taunting him because I will not give up the fight until he accepts me as an equal.

  He lets go of my throat, and I only have a second to catch my breath before I scream when he viciously yanks his cock from the clutch of my cunt. He releases the magnetic lock of the cuffs on my arms before my legs so I topple to the floor. I glare at him as I sit up and rub my wrists.

  He rips his shirt off over his head, and I can’t help but eye him in appreciation, even as I want to make him pay for derogating me.

  He kicks off his boots and pants that had already fallen to his ankles, and I take in the full sight of my new master. Every inch of him is thickly muscled and powerful. A cocky smile pulls his lips as he stands over me, arrogant and proud, with his legs braced apart.

  “Like what you see, veran?”

  I do. It makes me want to mount him and feel all that power underneath me. Everything from his human-shaded skin, to his straight long cock is so very different from every Zapex male I have ever entertained. Monrok warriors, they are called, and he does indeed have the physique of a warrior.

  But instead, I angle my head, trying to get a better look at the sac dangling behind his cock. “I’m not certain what it is I’m seeing, Monrok.” I look him in the eye and goad him. “They appear rather weak…and tired.” I lie out on my back, spreading my bent legs, fingering my cunt with one hand and palming my breast with the other. “Are you tired, sire?”

  He laughs and flicks my hand off my cunt with his foot.

  “That’s my pussy, Vera. You need permission to play with it.”

  My hair flairs out around me in an angry swirl. How dare he tell me what I can do with my cunt.

  “Turn over and get on all fours, veran.”

  I bristle at his command as much as him calling me veran. I slowly move to follow his order. “Like this, Monrok?” He’s as much of a novelty to me, as I am to him.

  Unexpectedly, he puts a foot between my shoulder blades and pushes my upper body to the floor, so I’m completely prostrate before him.

  “Just like that, veran.” The smile in his voice sets my teeth on edge. He grabs a handful of my lifted rump and squeezes. “What should I do with this ass?” Before I can answer, his hand comes down on my raised posterior, and I shriek in indignation, even as his hand comes down again.

  “How dare you!” It’s illegal to beat a veran, and well he knows it. I lift my torso to get away, and his foot bears down on my upper back, slamming me to the floor once more.

  The rumble of his chuckle is broken up by the loud slaps of his hand on my ass. After each swat, he rubs where he struck, causing an unexpected warmth to unfurl in my core. I still. Swat. Rub. Swat. Rub. He does it again, and it’s all I can do to bite back a moan of pleasure, but a humming deep inside me gives me away. My rings are beginning to vibrate.

  The Monrok stops, obviously able to hear. “What is that?”

  A flush of embarrassment works over my body. I turn my face, unwilling to say. His searching fingers find out soon enough. He curses low. “You’re vibrating?”

  I nod my head, not looking at him.

  “Are you going to fight me this time, Vera?” The tenderness in his voice when he says my name makes my heart speed.

  Biting my cheek, I shake my head, hating myself for my weakness.

  “Good, because I’ve been waiting for this fucking for a long time, pet.” He climbs between my legs and spreads my knees just past a comfortable stretch so my thighs burn to hold the position. “Just. Like. That,” he says. His hot length makes a hot trail over my thigh before he lines himself with my cunt.

  This time, when he spears me with his big Monrok cock, I relax my tender rings as best as I’m able and let him fuck me. My rings vibrate,
rhythmically contracting on his length to milk his glands, but he has none. Not like the Zapex organs my cunt is designed for. Instead, his smooth length caresses along my rings, making my toes curl, and my entire body shivers with sensation at each deep stroke of his cock. He grabs my ass, tilting my hips up to meet his punishing thrusts as he drives me across the floor.

  There is no holding back my moans and cries each time he hits deep inside me. His cock swells, pushing against my center ring like a bulbous gland of a Zapex cock, but so much larger, and I scream, my body locking down tight on his length.

  He roars his orgasm, filling me with his essence, and it’s in that moment I see his fate, and it takes my breath. It can’t be possible.

  He slaps my ass in satisfaction, but I barely feel it. As if he senses me mentally drifting away, he fists my hair and drags me up with my back to his front.

  “I’m going to enjoy marking you, again and again, for a very long time,” he says as he runs his tongue and teeth along the side of my neck. When the girth of his cock starts to slacken, he pulls out, and his essence dribbles out of me in a stream.

  I shiver at the sensation. and he cups my breasts, working my nipples. “How would you mark me, if you could only do it once more?” I ask.

  He lines his cock to my ass, and I stiffen in his embrace. “I would mark you in a way that would help you remember who your true master is, even after I’m gone.”

  He pushes in past my tight sphincter, and my eyes roll closed, my head falling back, embracing the burning pain of his entry. It’s been a very long time since I’ve been used this way.

  He groans in my ear, and I smile to myself. “Your fucking ass is lubricated?”

  I laugh, feeling lighter at the astonishment in his voice. “Now you know why we veran were knocked to the lowest caste, and made into concubines, yet…” I will the rings of my back channel to vibrate and enjoy his curse as he punches his hips forward on a growl. “Yet, we hold all the power.”