And I was super weirdly okay with that.
Not the killing part, obviously. But I didn’t actually think Kur’tok was going to murder me. If his goalreallywas to end my life, he would’ve done so by now. I saw how he treated his other pet, Kookee the pandar. He was kind and gentle with the shaggy alien beast. If Kur’tok cared for one pet, maybe he’d care for me, too.
Besides, there was something about the way he glared at me that awakened an inkling of hope that he might be my—
“Prey-pet!” Kur’tok called.
I jolted at his deep, booming voice, like heavy bass that made everything vibrate. Including my cock.
“You don’t have to shout, Kur’tok. I’m standing right beside you,” I reminded him.
Kur’tok pursed his scaly mouth. It always amazed me that, despite looking rigidly reptilian, Maeleon mouths were surprisingly flexible.
“I am not shouting. This is my normal volume,” he grumbled. “I'm tired now. I’m returning to my den. You will come.”
I held back a snarky remark about how I’d almost done that earlier. Thank god none of my friends were around to witness that shameful scene. The way I squirmed in Kur’tok’s lap with a huge boner was fucking embarrassing. But I couldn’t help myself. What was I supposed to do? Stay limp while a hot alien felt me up with his silky tentacles?
Whatever. I was weak-willed and horny, and on top of that, I literally just discovered that being collared was a kink of mine. Sue me.
Kur’tok held my leash as he led me into the den. The smooth stone interior was cooler than the warm air outside. I shuddered at the sudden temperature change.
I glanced up at my captor. I still didn’t know exactly how far I could push my boundaries, but Kur’tok was surprisingly amenable to questions.
“Is this where you sleep?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Is this where I’ll sleep, too?”
He grunted like that was obvious. “Yes, prey-pet.”
I rubbed my arms. “Right. Just so you know, it’s kinda cold in here for a human.”
Kur’tok whirled, frowning at me. “Cold? How weak are you?”
“Super weak,” I confirmed. “Especially while naked.”
Kur’tok curled his lip to expose fangs. “You will not wear that garment again. I forbid it.”
He sounded pissed. I noticed that any mention of the Maeleon village sent him into a tizzy. I had a feeling there was a lot to unpack.
“Is that because Linn’ar made it for me?” I ventured.
He sneered. “Yes. You are mine. That fruit-eater’s craft will not touch you.”
Despite everything, his possessiveness thrilled me. It felt good to be desired to the point of jealousy.
Maybe a bit too much jealousy. But we could work on that.
Kur’tok’s red gaze swept over my nude form. “Also, I need to see your body at all times.”
My cheeks turned hot. “Y-you do?”
“You are my prize,” he snapped. “It is natural to view and enjoy you.”
I could’ve fanned myself. Toxicity aside, Kur’tok would make an awesome dom back on New Earth. Too bad I didn’t realize I was into that stuff until ten minutes ago.
Kur’tok grunted as he surveyed his den. Unlike any other Maeleon den I’d seen, his was full of junk. Mostly fur and bones, hunting weapons made of wood, and a collection of random shells. The village Maeleons didn’t own possessions, but apparently Kur’tok did.
