I wrapped my tentacle around Paz and lifted it into my lap. The human let out a tiny squeak of surprise, but didn’t struggle. Paz’s brown-on-white eyes sparkled with curiosity and excitement. As its bare skin touched my legs, I was stunned. I couldn’t believe the soft, silky sensation.
“Why are you as delicate as a flower? Tell me now,” I demanded.
Paz chuckled. “Wow, talk about a backhanded compliment.”
“It was not a backhand or a compliment,” I grumbled. “Answer my question.”
Once more, Paz met my eyes like an equal, despite being naked on my lap and completely at my mercy. “Humans are just squishy creatures. Like, every part of us. Except maybe our skulls, but they’re not exactly sturdy, either.”
Was that the truth or another trick, like the secret dick? Curiously, I poked Paz’s side with my claw.
“Hey, careful with those talons,” Paz warned, squirming away.
I growled. I didn’t like that the human dodged my touch. “You arethatfragile?” I asked, incredulous.
Paz shook its head up and down—I assumed in affirmation—then looked thoughtful. “Humans are like... Do you know what a balloon is?”
Again with the exotic words. I couldn’t appear stupid in front of my own meal.
“Yes, of course. It is like a dick,” I stated, confident in my answer.
Paz’s face lit up as it suddenly belted out a bright laugh.
My ears flattened and I growled, “Do not make fun of me, prey. Iwilleat you right now.”
“Sorry, I’m not laughing at you,” Paz said, still grinning. “That was a funny answer. I guess a balloon is kinda like a dick, in a way? Anyway, my point was, our skin is super thin. Not like your...” Paz stalled as its eyes raked my chest. Then its throat bobbed as it swallowed. “Scales.”
Motion flickered in my lower vision as Paz’s dick twitched. My prey was still aroused. Why? There was no suitable partner for it.
Except me.
Staring at Paz’s sex organ, my nostrils flared. Liquid heat pooled at the base of my spine. In a perplexing turn of events, my prey had turned me on.
“Your schemes are devious, Paz,” I muttered. “I underestimated my prey.”
It blinked round eyes. “What schemes?”
“You arouse me so I won’t consume you,” I growled, impressed. “Very clever. But you won’t escape. Iwillpartake in your tender flesh.”
Paz shivered. Its cheeks flushed deeper and its dick twitched again. “O-okay?”
My feelers floated as I considered what to do with my prey. Trapping it inside my den was an option, but then I wouldn’t be able to see it. I wished to have Paz in my sights at all times.
Suddenly, I remembered the snare, and how adorably helpless Paz looked dangling from the rope. Such a fragile, squishy creature could not escape even the simplest binding. It was the perfect plan to counteract the human’s wiles.
My tentacle reached down to the base of the throne and disentangled the rope from the snare. In a quick motion, I dangled the loop around Paz’s neck and tightened it enough to hug the human’s delicate neck.
“Paz the human, you are now my prey-pet,” I stated.
Paz inhaled a sharp breath. Its chest rose and fell rapidly, a sign of fear—yet it didn’t look scared at all.
5 /Paz
Well,that’s one way to discover a new kink.
When Levi first crashed our ship on Eukaria, I’d imagined terrifying outcomes: being eaten, turned into pleasure slaves, getting sacrificed and killed... Then the Maeleons turned out to be a village of vegetarian, consent-respecting lizards who didn’t engage in corporal punishment, and all those fears vanished.
Until I became Kur’tok’s captive. He was like an anti-Maeleon. He vocally wanted to eat me. Kill me. He put a literal collar around my neck, forcing me to be his pet—and eventual snack.
