by Renee Rose
This male was capable of anything. She sighed and sank into her bonds, spinning around to entertain herself. She tiptoed out, as far as her toes could reach then let go and allowed her body to swing.
“Now you’re the one hurting yourself,” Tomis said drily, appearing once more. He carried a thin reed like the ones from the riverbed and a handful of small brown fruit.
She eyed the items doubtfully. “What are those for?”
He smacked the reed against his leg. “I think you can imagine.”
Her bottom clenched. Ouch. The reed would hurt. No worse than any beating she’d received from Thurn, her former master, but somehow she knew this punishment would be far different.
Tomis’s mouth quirked like he was enjoying himself, for one thing. For another, Thurn had never stripped her of clothing or tied her up. Or worn such a wolfish expression.
Her nipples beaded up again as the breeze blew over them. Her skin had dried, but the acid had sensitized it.
Tomis dropped the brown fruit on a stone and used a smaller stone to crush them. A thick oily substance oozed out. He gathered it in his palm and approached her with glittering eyes. Yes, he definitely was enjoying this.
“Slu honey will soothe your skin, in case any of it was burnt.” He slathered it down her front, dragging his large palm between her breasts to her belly, then curving it around her hip. Both hands found her breasts, massaging the oil in a circle. He drew back one palm and slapped her breast. “Bad girl.”
She closed her lips on a tiny eep.
Punish me, Tomis.
It must be the crystals, the planet talking. It must be breeding season taking control of her body because she arched into him, offering her breasts for his slaps. He slapped the other one. It hurt, but she wanted more.
He scooped some more oil and turned her around, coating her back and buttocks. He oiled the insides of her ass, rubbing along her crack. “You’ll need extra honey here. Do you know why, Talia?”
“Why?” Was that my husky voice?
“Because after I apply the cane, I’m going to veck that little ass until you scream.”
She tucked her tailbone, squeezing her buttocks together.
Tomis slapped one cheek, hard. He wrapped an arm around her waist and splayed his palm over her belly, bringing his lips close to her ear. “Because nothing helps a disobedient little female remember to mind her master like a long, hard ass-vecking. Isn’t that right?”
A shiver ran through her, along with some dark longing she didn’t recognize.
Tomis continued massaging oil into her anus. The hand on her belly drifted lower, cupping her mons. “Ah. See? You’re already wet for me. You know you deserve this, don’t you, naughty female?” When she didn’t answer, he slapped her ass again. “Don’t you?”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered. She’d lost her mind completely.
Tomis groaned and rewarded her with a wriggle of his finger over her clit. “I like when you call me Master.”
I like when you touch me there.
She didn’t say it. He already knew, didn’t he? How the male could know his way around her body so well, she didn’t understand, but it seemed he did.
He continued to oil her, positioning her legs wide apart, standing on the tips of her toes as he ran his hands down them, stopping to tease her pussy with a quick flick of his tongue.
He picked up the reed and slapped it into his palm.
Didn’t it hurt him?
“Say it again. Who is your master?”
She eyed him, pulse ratcheting up higher as he approached. “You are. Tomis. Tomis is my master.”
“That’s right.” He circled around behind her and sliced the cane through the air. It landed in the center of her buttocks, and she shrieked, surprised at the shock of pain and the line of fire that followed.
“Owwwww,” she moaned, going limp against her bonds. She twisted to angle her ass away from him, but he caught her jaw, pulled her up to his face.
“You will hold your position and accept this caning like a good girl.”
She wanted to challenge him and say, “Or what?” but he silenced her with a hard kiss to her lips.
“If you do, I’ll consider your pleasure when I claim that ass.”
Her pussy contracted; tremors ran down her inner thighs.
He leaned over and applied his cunning lips to her nipple, sucking it to a stiff peak, grazing it with his teeth then pulling away and slapping the side of her breast. “Now, push that ass out and hold perfectly still for your stripes, and I won’t use the cane on these beautiful tits, too.” Another slap to her breast.
“Y-yes, Master.” What in the hell was wrong with her? She must have lost her mind. Was that actually her wanton voice calling this male Master?
Tomis strolled behind her again. “Ass out. Legs apart. Hold still.”
Damn, if she didn’t do exactly as she was told. Assuming the position had her pussy leaking, apparently thrilled at this form of brutal attention. This punishment with the promise of a reward at the end.
The cane struck again, right below the last wicked stripe.
She bit her lip to stifle the yelp. Holding the position was an impossibility, though. Her legs danced beneath her of their own accord, the smarting on her ass creating the need for movement.
Tomis laid a hand on her hip, holding her still. “Starshine, what did I say?”
“I’m trying Tomis—Master.”
He swept her hair to one side, baring her shoulder, and sank his teeth into her flesh there.
A tremor of desire rippled through her. The line between reward and punishment had become so blurred, she wasn’t sure whether she’d earned his approval or ire. All she knew was that she wanted all of it. Everything this beautiful warrior had to offer. And more.
Her body screamed for his attention. For his touch. The pain he inflicted.
With his hand at her hip, holding her still, he delivered another stripe, and another. Each one made her cry out, but Tomis’ steadying grip kept her in place. He whipped the thin reed all the way down her ass to the backs of her thighs then back up again, until pain had her every sense on high alert and her pussy molten.
Tomis slid an arm around her waist from behind. “Good girl,” he breathed in her ear as he reached up and untied the vine holding her wrists up. If he hadn’t caught her, her legs would’ve given out, but, instead, she fell backward, against his hard body, to the safety she’d known would be there.
“On your knees, female.” He nudged the backs of her knees with his, causing them to bend and drop to the ground.
She waited, listening to the sounds of his clothing rustling.
“Elbows down, starshine. Show me that pretty little pucker of yours.”
This was insane. She should get up and run. Make another break for it. She should not allow herself to be ass-vecked, as he called it, as a punishment.
But her body disagreed. Her inner thighs trembled right up to the apex, where her pussy contracted and released on air, desperate for something.
He slapped her pussy and she slid her knees open even wider, desperate for more touch. “You want me here, don’t you?” he crooned, his fingers mercifully rubbing a slow caress over her weeping slit. “Don’t you?” he repeated sharply, applying another spank when she didn’t answer.
“Yes, Master.”
He palmed both cheeks of her ass and spread them wider, his glorious tongue slipping over her sensitive bits, dragging all the way up to her anus and circling there.
Her breath shuddered out of her, and she dropped her face onto her hands.
“You’ve been a vecking torture to me from the first moment I saw you, Talia.” Tomis’ voice grated deep and rough. He applied fresh oil to her anus, demanding entrance with one of his digits as he massaged it in.
She whimpered as he penetrated her, oiling the way for his far larger cock. How would she ever take it?
Why did she want to?
“You may
not be mine to breed, but you sure as hell earned this ass-vecking.” His finger retreated, replaced by the prod of his cock.
She tensed, the muscles in her back cording up as she attempted to squeeze her ass.
Tomis slapped one cheek, hard. “Open for it. Take your master’s cock.” He put his weight into it, pressing down until her sphincter muscles yielded.
She mewled as he filled her, stuffed her too full, beyond what she could take. And yet she did take it. Her body accommodated him, opened for this punishment, this humiliating pleasure that already pushed her to the brink of ecstasy. Her toes curled in, pussy leaked moisture down her inner thigh.
Tomis gripped her nape, holding her captive, forcing her face down into the cushion of her hands as he moved in and out of her.
Her mouth opened, yawning to mimic her anus, and she moaned low and steady. Her pussy suddenly seemed pitifully empty. She snaked a hand underneath herself, but Tomis followed, catching her wrist and bringing it back.
“Not until I decide you deserve it.” He pinioned both wrists to the ground above her head with one hand while gripping her nape in the other.
“I was good,” she protested, “you controlling bastard.”
He let out a low chuckle. “This is a lesson, starshine. What am I helping you remember?”
She groaned. “You’re my master.”
“That’s right, sweet female. I’m your master. I decide when and if you receive pleasure.”
“Now,” she insisted. “Now...please?”
He released her wrists and shifted his angle of penetration. And—bless him—he brought his fingers to her swollen clit.
She nearly exploded at the first touch, so needy for it. “More.”
He slapped her clit, rubbed it. Stuffed his fingers into her empty channel. “Veck, Talia. You’re so tight. So vecking beautiful.”
“Veck me,” she pleaded, using his term, even though he already was.
He shouted a curse and pounded harder into her, his strokes growing erratic. It hurt and satisfied her at the same time.
“Tomis, please,” she screamed.
He spanked her pussy in a quick series slaps. Stars danced before her eyes. He flattened her to the ground, straddling her ass as his huge dick plowed into it, filling her, his fingers stuffed in her pussy.
She screamed herself hoarse as Tomis slammed to his finish and her orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave of release and pleasure. Lights exploded behind her eyes, her legs tightened and shook, pussy squeezed and squeezed, and Tomis pumped her ass full of cock.
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His body exploded, cells flying apart and rearranging in a new shape, leaving him utterly changed. That was the only explanation for the experience of claiming Talia.
And he had claimed her—thoroughly—even though it hadn’t been her pussy.
Probably way too hard. Veck. He hoped he hadn’t hurt her. He rolled her over, his weight balanced on his hands beside her head, holding his body above hers.
“Are you all right, little female? I know I was rough.”
She blew out a sigh and reached between her legs, her fingers stroking lazily. “You are a beast.” She tempered the complaint with a smile, and relief poured through him.
He’d satisfied his female. No, not his. Tragically not his.
He sank to the ground beside her and pulled her wrist away, pinning it to the ground and replacing her fingers with his. “My pussy. Mine to pleasure. Not yours.”
She drew up the leg farther from him, and tilted her hips to give him better access. “Didn’t you give me a long explanation last night of how it’s not?” There was a bitter note to her voice that he didn’t understand but resolved to dig into later. He kept his fingers moving slowly over her damp folds, his goal pleasure rather than completion.
She made a sweet purring sound.
“Why did you run away, Talia?”
She stiffened and tugged at her pinned wrist. When he didn’t allow her freedom, she snapped her closer knee up to squeeze out his hand.
“No.” He launched over her, prizing her knees apart and pushing them up to her shoulders. Her sweet pussy spread and lifted. He dragged his tongue up her slit. Ah, the taste of her. He’d missed it. This was where he belonged, pleasuring his female through her breeding cycle, giving her relief, seeing to her every need.
Except, she was right, he’d told her he wouldn’t breed her.
He flicked his tongue four times quickly over her clit. “Tell me.”
She moaned and gripped his horns with both her hands, giving tit for tat.
He swallowed the groan in his throat as his cock punched out once again. Control, Tomis. If they waged a contest to determine who would break first, it wouldn’t be him. He trained as a vecking warrior with the discipline instilled in him by Master Seke. Her father.
He flattened his tongue and dragged it over the length of her slit. “Tell me, beautiful, or I’ll use the reed on you again.”
She released his horns and glowered, pushing up on her forearms. “I’m not leaving here with you. And your inability to comprehend my reason seals my decision.”
He released her thighs and sat back, a chill creeping through his midsection. He rubbed the lump on his head from where she’d bashed him with the rock, willing his brain to work faster, to understand. Think, dumb-veck. He’d said something that had made her stiffen the night before.
“You don’t wish to save our species.” A cold numbness slithered down his neck, coating his chest and arms.
Her expression closed, and she rolled away, putting on his shirt and tossing him his trousers. Both were still damp from the river, but the beautiful Zandian star shone high in the sky, warming them.
“I don’t wish to become your breeder, no. Is that so hard to understand?” The steel in her voice gutted him.
He yanked on his pants. His sense of honor, of commitment to his prince and planet, warred with the tumult of emotion he felt for this slip of a female. Was it fair to ask her to lend the use of her body to save their entire species?
Maybe. Maybe not. But he hadn’t asked, had he? He’d told her. He rubbed his jaw, watching as she stalked off. “Wait.” He caught her in two long strides and swung her around to face him. “Let’s talk this out. I vecked up. I didn’t offer you a choice, and I’m sorry.”
The stiffness around her mouth fell away, revealing a layer of vulnerability that kicked him in the balls.
“Forgive me, Talia.”
Her big beautiful brown-violet eyes stared up into his, and he saw uncertainty wavering there.
He cupped her cheek, stroking her soft skin with his thumb. “Please?”
A flash of misery came and went, replaced by the stubborn lift of her chin. She put her hands on her hips. “Are you going to let me go?”
Veck.
Veckity veck veck veck.
“Talia—”
She yanked out of his grasp. “That’s what I thought.”
The sight of her retreating back clanged like an alarm through every molecule of his body. Don’t let her go. Never let her go.
“No, starshine. Wait. Please.” He jogged to catch up but didn’t touch her this time, simply matched her pace. Gave her the freedom she needed. “I won’t bring you in against your will. I give you my vow. A Zandian warrior never breaks his word.”
She stopped and faced him, and he lifted his arm in the traditional Zandian greeting, forearm bent, fist pointed to the sky. Her brows drew together in puzzlement, studying it as if it jogged some memory in her.
“Let me protect you. It’s what I was born to do.” He knew that now, without a shadow of a doubt. Fight for Zandia, yes. Win back the planet, of course. But his first priority would always be to keep this female safe. Provide for her. Keep her.
No, not keep her. She wasn’t his to keep. She wasn’t even Prince Zander’s to keep, now that he’d given her his vow.
Guilt twisted in his solar plexus, but he shoved it back down. Giving
his promise had been worth it. Winning Talia’s trust was paramount. He could convince her to help her species later. After he secured her safety.
“You won’t give me to your prince?”
He wanted to explain that Zander wasn’t to be feared, that he’d protect and honor her, but that conversation could happen later. He shook his head. “Not unless you wish it. On my honor. Allow me to keep you safe. Please, Talia.”
She gave a wobbly nod. “Yes.”
Veck if he didn’t want that hope-sprinkled yes to answer a different question. But it wasn’t one he could ask. Even so, relief poured over him, warming his inner chill, and he grasped her hand. “Come. I believe we’re close to a special place.”
“How do you know your way, here? You can’t remember from your childhood.”
“No. Part of my training was memorizing maps and learning the terrain—the flora and fauna.”
“So what was that—that terrible thing that grabbed me back there?”
“Anacaya. A carnivorous plant. It normally feeds on sharkhounds or small fieldbeasts.”
“I don’t know what sharkhounds or fieldbeasts are, either.” She laughed, the most musical sound he’d ever heard.
“Sharkhounds are about this high”—he held a hand out at the level of his upper thigh— “and they hunt in packs. Together, they could take us down.” He smiled down at her when she clutched his hand more tightly. “Don’t worry, I’m watching for them. Fieldbeasts are larger but docile, unless you’re a challenging male during mating season. They’re herbivores with large tusks. Very tasty. Are you hungry, starshine?”
“No.” She sounded surprised. “I guess the crystals are working.” She licked her lips, and a shot of a different kind of hunger seeped into his groin. Did she feel it, too? She must, because her gaze flicked across his chest, trailing down to his crotch, where his cock bulged against his pants.
“What is your plan for our escape, exactly?”
“There’s a ship junkyard several planet rotations’ trek from here. I’m hoping we can make one work.”
“That’s your plan?” Incredulity spiked her words.
“What?”
“It’s kind of weak, don’t you think?”