Samulin was napping quietly on the floor in the corner, wrapped in her bedding and lying with her back turned to him. He’d been a little worried when she wouldn’t eat that morning, thinking that perhaps the lack of appetite was due to stress or depression from having been captured, but thankfully she seemed to have returned to normal a few hours later.
Reclining on the only bed in the hold, Bralix turned his head to look at his new pet. “Samulin,” he said softly, and by the way her body stiffened inside her bedding, he could tell she was awake. She didn’t move, refusing to acknowledge that she’d heard him.
Stubborn pet.
This was the part of training he enjoyed—gently, yet relentlessly wearing away the defiance until all that was left was a sweet pet that was eager to please him.
He swung he legs over the edge of the bed and sat up, his legs dangling over the edge. His voice turned stern. “Samulin,” he rumbled, “dhavedad.”
Her body jerked under her bedding, but a moment later she sat up, the bedding slipping down over her shoulders topool around her waist. She glared at him balefully, the effect somewhat ruined by the dishevelled state of her hair, but when he raised an eyebrow at her, she crawled out of her nest and stood.
She shuffled over to him, refusing to make eye contact, and two or three paces away, she lowered herself to her knees. She clasped her hands in her lap, her knees together, shoulders rounded, and refused to look up at him.
Unacceptable.
He slid down off the bed, his bare feet landing on the deck. She flinched at the sound, but didn’t raise her head to look at him. He approached slowly, his hands clasped behind his back, until he stood before her.
It was time for a new command.
“Dhavezhun.” With his foot he nudged her knees apart. She resisted briefly, then complied, and he nudged her knees until her thighs were spread as wide as they would comfortably go. He crouched beside her, adjusting her posture until her hands were clasped behind her back, and running his hand along her collarbones, he squared her shoulders.
He stood and moved to stand before her again, then with a finger under her chin, he lifted her gaze to meet his. When she met his eyes, albeit with fire flashing in her own, he repeated the command.“Dhavezhun.” He waited a moment for it to register, his pet stubbornly refusing to look away, and the second her eyes softened and she let out a soft sigh, he ran his fingers through the hair at her temple. “Veine groone,”he praised, and he noted with satisfaction that for a second her eyes closed with pleasure before she met his gaze again, this time with something a little closer to submission.
Beautiful.
This was his favourite pose, because of how it put all of a pet’s best attributes on display, and already, her nipples hadhardened into arousal. She may fight it, but just like in the human club, she wanted him.
She didn’twantto want him, but her body didn’t lie, and that thought alone pushed his arousal even further.
Her eyes had drifted down to stare at his cock. He’d already started to harden behind his zipper—convenient human invention—and when her eyes darted up to seek out his gaze, his member twitched in its confinement. She licked her lips and cleared her throat, then nodded at his crotch. Her voice was soft and husky. “Um, may I?”
He felt the fire rise in his blood, and nodded.
She lifted her hands to undo his zipper, gently pulling out his hardening cock, and wrapping her hands around the base, she glanced up at his face before wrapping those plush lips around the crown of his cock.
Warm and slick. Pleasure. So much pleasure.
He rested his hands on her head, his fingers spearing through her thick hair. “Dhavezhun,”he reminded her gently, and her eyes meeting his again, she slowly clasped her hands behind her back again.
“Veine groone.”
He set a steady, leisurely pace, gently using her mouth to pleasure himself. He didn’t want to push her boundaries too hard, not when she was being so good, but it was getting harder and harder not to thrust into her throat to the hilt. Instead, he used their steady eye contact, and his gentle fucking of her mouth, to reinforce her training and strengthen her drive to please him.
She increased suction, upping the pace. He should slow her down, take back the reins, so to speak, but it felt too good to stop, and a split second before he would have come down her throat, he pulled out of her mouth and instead he painted her pretty breasts with his come.
She stared up at him, her mouth slack with surprize.
When the last of his seed had spurted onto her skin, he crouched before her, one knee resting on the deck between her knees. Some of his cum had landed on her left nipple, and using his fingertips, he slowly massaged the fluid into the hardened tip. She whimpered at the contact, her nipple hardening even more, and scooping up more of his cum from her chest with his finger, he gave her other nipple the same treatment.
“Are you my good girl?” He murmured, enjoying how the sound of his voice affected her.
She whimpered and he scooped up yet more come from her chest with his fingers, this time reaching for her pussy. Her hands had drifted away from behind her back again, her right hand holding onto his shoulder for support.
“Dhavezhun,”he reminded her again, and when her hands were clasped behind her back again, he rewarded her with his cum-smeared fingers on her clit.
She moaned, her hips rolling to seek out more contact. “Please don’t stop,” she said. “Please, that feels so good.”
“Because you’re my good girl,” Bralix purred as the tension grew in her body. “Good girls get pleasure.”
