“I hate you,” I say. “I hate you both, but especially you, Krogor.”
“Kronos,” he says, reaching for me and picking me up. I bite him as hard as I can, and to my surprise I actually leave a ring of teeth on his arm.
Sharp takes me from him. “I have scales, pet,” he says. “And all that will happen if you keep throwing this tantrum is you will blunt your pretty teeth.”
Sharp holds me against his chest in a hug and sits down with me on the bed again. I try to resist being comforted by this alien, but when you’re upset, you lean into anything that feels good. I am so exhausted, so scared, and so sore. When he starts to rub my ass, it feels good. Like he’s soothing some of the ache away.
“We’ve got to treat her like she has full amnesia,” he says over my head. “We need to get her to a vet and see if there’s anything that can be done.”
“Agreed,” Kronos says. “I feel bad about spanking her that hard.”
“Don’t,” Sharp replies.
“No! Do!” I pipe up.
Sharp’s hand pats my ass gently, and I fall silent again.
“She needed to know what it feels like to be disciplined,” he says. “She’d forgotten that, too.”
“I am right here,” I mutter. “You’re talking about me like I have no ears, not no memories.”
“You should hear this too,” Sharp says to me. “You should understand how we are with you, and how you are treated. You’re a very naughty creature at the best of times, and these are not the best of times.”
“Can I hold her?”
Kronos sounds like a little boy asking for a puppy.
Sharp releases me a little, but I recoil from the barbarian.
“Come here,” he says, reaching for me. “I promise I won’t spank you again.”
I reluctantly let him pull me away from Sharp, and draw me into his big, muscular arms. He cuddles me close and rubs my butt, and it doesn’t hurt that bad anymore. His hands are big and warm and almost human in the way they feel. I’m still angry at him, but something inside me tells me he will make me feel better. I’m giving him the chance to soothe me, and it’s kind of working.
“You were wet when I was spanking you,” he says. “Do you want me to make you feel better?”
“Is that another one of your trick questions?”
His fingers are drifting up the inside of my thighs very lightly, the tips of them making my pussy clench. I’m saying what I think I should say, but I’m not saying what I feel. I want him to make me feel better. All the way better.
I let out a light moan, and he lays me down on the bed. He is on one side, and Sharp is on the other. I am facing Kronos as the pair of them start to touch me all over, giving me a gentle massage that finds all the right places.
A flickering tongue curls around my earlobe, sending pulses of excitement through me as Kronos’ fingers run very lightly over my clit and back down to the entrance of my sex.
I am blushing with embarrassment, because this feels very, very intimate with complete strangers. I am acting like one of theReal Women TM. I’m making myself available and allowing myself to be exposed by them.
“I like the way your ass looks when it is bright red from a well-deserved spanking,” Sharp growls in my ear. “You might not like being punished because you’ve always been a brat who wants her own way, but it looks good on you.”
He emphasizes the point by slapping my ass. It’s not hard enough to hurt, but it is hard enough to sting and reignite some of what Kronos did to me earlier. My hips jolt forward, onto his fingers.
“I want to fuck her,” Kronos says. “But I’m afraid I’ll be too rough.”
“She hasn’t earned a fucking yet,” Sharp says, his tone slipping back into that stern register. “She needs to behave herself before she has our cocks inside her. Good pets get fucked. Bad little pets get spanked and teased and sent to bed wet.”
“No!” I gasp, as if he just said the worst thing in the world.
Both alien men chuckle at me.
“Our little pet gets so grumpy if she’s not allowed to come,” Sharp says.
