“I know, but I had to.”
“You did not have to,” he says. “They would have stopped themselves in short order. You do not need to mediate our behavior.”
“I do when that’s the behavior.”
“I understand why you felt that way, but that’s not your job. You don’t need to try to control this, or us. You try to control so much…”
“I do not!”
“Pet, you are trying to stop the human pet trade.”
“Because I’m a good person! I’m helping women who are abducted against their will. I’m allowed to try to make a difference.”
“It has cost you so much. It has cost you your mind on more than one occasion. You have the chance to put the burden down and become our breed pet. You will have a baby soon. You will have priorities of your own. You won’t be able to save the universe.”
“Yes, I will,” I deny, sounding quite petulant. “And yes, I can.”
Sharp pats my butt. “We won’t keep letting this happen. And neither will the people you used to work for. We can guarantee the next time you are caught, you will be killed. I do not want to keep you captive, pet. But I will if I have to.”
“You couldn’t if you tried.”
I feel myself being rolled over onto my back. Then he is above me, his hand on my chin, directing my gaze to his face.
“Pet,” he says, his voice calm, but determined. “I won’t let you risk your life again. I will put you in chains, if I have to. I will keep you leashed like an animal. You may never know anotherday of freedom in your life if I am not satisfied that you will keep yourself safe.”
I try to squirm out of his grip, but he is merciless about it. He locks me in position, his eyes raking over my face. My hips dance as my body responds to his easy dominance.
“It was an adorable display, but that’s all it was, a display. When I tell you that you are mine, I am not speaking metaphorically. I mean it. You belong to me in every sense anyone can belong to anyone else.”
“Not a display,” I whimper.
“Yes,” he says, squeezing my face a little. “I’m not going to let you think you have the burden of trying to control us. Three of us can barely handle you. There is no way you could ever hope to manage us. It’s not your role, it’s not your job, and I won’t allow it. Understand?”
I nod helplessly, as much as I can.
“Good,” he says, dropping a kiss on my forehead. “Now tell me, pet. How much do you want me to breed you right now?”
My pussy is absolutely soaking with desire. Sharp knows how to let me have just enough rope, and how to pull me back in and make me submit for him like a good little animal.
“Please,” I whimper, not really answering the question, and not really needing to either.
He spreads my legs and uses the dripping desire between my legs to lube both of his cocks.
When this alien fucks me, it is always in both my holes. This will be no exception.
I cannot help but make squeaking sounds adjacent to something like pain as he presses into my pussy and spreads my ass wide as well. He is moving slowly, but with a firm intensity that demands my body submit to him.
I hold onto him and I submit to him, I feel my ass being filled and the aching tightness of my pussy being stretched again. The brief flash of realization that Boss will be the last to fuck me, with his most massive cock and likely no mercy at all, makes me gasp.
“Good girl,” Sharp says encouragingly, rocking his hips back and forth, using me for his pleasure. “You have always been so good at getting fucked, haven’t you. You never deny the use of these tight little holes, because you always get so wet when we want you.”
My body produces more liquid desire in response to his lewd comments. He is so right; when my mates show me this kind of intensity, there’s something in me that always responds.
He rolls over onto his back, keeping me on both his cocks as his big scaled hands grip my ass, guiding me up and down the length of both shafts. This is the most gentle way he can mate me. I know he’s trying to avoid hurting me. But he’s dominating the hell out of me regardless, keeping me in motion on his cocks.
“Ride me, pet,” he orders, moving his hands from my ass to my face.
I do as I am told, working myself back and forth on his scaled appendages, feeling the hot, tight ache in my ass and the even more tender flesh of my pussy. I try not to complain, because if he thinks he’s hurting me he might stop me, and I don’t want to be stopped. I want to be fucked.
