And apparently the bond created by his bite does a lot more than just scar my shoulder and tie us together. He said I should now be able tofeel the land through him, whatever that means. Share in his magical, kingly powers.
The downside to all this alien sorcery is that I can’t tell whether my feelings are mine, or his, or just Ulfarri biology. If a soul-bond is like their version of marriage, does that mean I’m his queen now? Does that even matter if he continues to treat me like a pet?
I have so many questions. Krav often seems irritated when I ask them. A part of me wants to keep the peace and stay quiet. But shutting up about my feelings and tolerating all kinds of behavior from my man sure as hell didn't work for me back on Earth. If there’s one silver lining in my current situation, it has to be this: Pyreda is my chance at a fresh start.
Strange that it took a trip to a different freakingplanetto get me the best sex of my life, but I’m rolling with it. If being here also clinches me the man—or demon—of my dreams and family I’ve always wanted, well, that would just be the icing, cherry,andsprinkles on the sundae.
A dark rumble draws me out of my reverie. Krav looms in the doorway, framed by his arched, imposing wings. His tail lashes the air behind him, as it always does when he’s getting ready to pounce on me. He can stand still and menacing, but his tail betrays his mood.
His growl vibrates through every fiber of my body, and a bolt of desire makes my pussy clench. Wetness trickles down the insides of my thighs. The air fills with the heady scent of our combined arousal.
“You promised to show me your gratitude.” He extends a hand tipped with wicked claws. I have to be careful when I take it, or I’ll slice myself on their razor-sharp edges. But I’ll still take it, even when his touch promises both pleasure and pain. Especially then.
I lift my chin, feeling small and vulnerable, naked except for one of the bizarre cloths they use for towels around here. He’s so massive compared to me, his horns and wings making him twice as tall as I am. A creature born of nightmares. If he’d appeared in my bedroom back home, I’d have hollered blue murder and busted a hole in the wall to make my escape.
Here, in my new reality, I want to climb him like a tree—a big, demonic tree from hell.
I drop the towel. The fire flares in his mystic topaz eyes. I pose for a moment, letting him drink me in. My skin is flushed from the bath. My hair is still wet, and now, thanks to his incessant growling, my pussy is dripping onto the rug.
His hand is still extended. Unfurling one finger, he beckons. “Come to me, pet.”
My heart pounding, I drop to all fours and crawl to him. It should be humiliating, crawling naked across a room, but my clit is throbbing. Once I’m at his feet, I hesitate a moment before rising to tall knees and reaching for his belt.
“Good girl,” Krav murmurs. “Show me what a good little cocksucker you are.”
His words go straight to my groin, stoking the fire between my legs. It seems to take forever to undo his belt and peel his breeches far enough down his muscular thighs to free his dick. While I’ve done this before, it’s still intimidating. His shaft jerks, huge and purple and lined with those hard ridges. If Satan designed a dildo, it would look like this.
I lick my lips and gaze up at him pleadingly, but he doesn’t move to help me. His black beard hides his cruel smile.
When I reach for his cock, he tugs me back by my hair. “Lips and tongue only.”
His delicious musk makes my senses swim. Angling my head, I lick up one side of his shaft and down the other. I can’t see his face, but I can picture him staring down at me, pretending to be impervious to the pleasure he’s feeling. The pleasure I’m giving him. His feedback comes in the form of tiny shifts in his posture, the creak of his wings, and his fingers clenching in my hair. At least he’s retracted those claws.
I delve my tongue into the notch in the tip of his cock, savoring the sweet and salty flavor. He tastes so good. I stretch my mouth over the crown, and hum. A jolt runs through him and his wings flap with a heavy leather sound. Guiding my head, he takes control, forcing himself deeper into my throat. I relax and let his magic take over. He has to be using it—there’s no way I could take him this deep otherwise. I moan, and the sound hums along his length. His fingers tighten painfully in my hair, and his cock pulses and starts to expand further, the base stretching my lips. His knot. Jerking his hips back until he’s halfway out, he comes with a roar, his rhythmic spurts flooding my mouth, sliding down my throat. The flavor rockets through me, driving me wild. I snake my tongue around the head of his cock again, lapping up every drop. It’s too good to waste.
“Enough,” he mutters, tugging me off him by my hair. “Crawl to the bed, pet.”
I pout and he strokes the side of my face, scooping up a stray drop of cum and feeding it to me.
“You broke one of my rules while we were flying. It’s time for your punishment.” Using my hair as a leash, Krav leads me to the bed, his tail flicking my bare ass as I crawl. Once there, he tugs me up to fold my upper body over the high mattress. I press my burning cheek to the cool sheets, breathless, both dreading and excited about what might come next.
My demon lover wastes no time. The end of his tail probes my throbbing pussy and I arch my back, willing him to go deeper. Instead, infuriatingly, he slips it back out and travels higher, caressing my crack for a tantalizing second before driving deep into my ass. I let out a groan at the forbidden yet delicious sensation. Once more reaching for my hair, Krav tilts my head back to stare up at him.
“Since you enjoy being spanked so much, I’ve decided a little humiliation might be more effective at teaching you a lesson. That’s why your punishment is this: you will come with my tail deep in your ass. Now rub yourself against the bed.”
How and why is this so freaking hot? My face on fire, I rise to my tiptoes so my pussy’s pressed against the mattress. Krav guides my movements, his tail pistoning in and out of me until I’m rocking forward with each thrust, grinding my clit against the bunched blankets.
“So beautiful. I wish you could see yourself like that.” His tone is gentle. “My naked, desperate pet, forced to soak the bed with your slick since you haven’t earned my cock yet.” Despite—or maybe because of—my shame, my arousal spirals higher at his mocking words. It feels wrong to reach for a climax with a giant alien appendage deep in my ass, and yet I’m already so close. I hold myself still, quivering.
“Faster, pet.” Krav rakes his claws gently down my spine, and I shiver. “Give me a show.” He claps my ass-cheeks around his invading tail. Each spank sends a spear of pleasure through my core. “That’s it,” he snarls, increasing his pace.
“Please,” I whimper, not sure what I’m asking for. This feels so depraved—and yet so good.
“You can do it, sweet one,” Krav croons. “Come for me. I want to feel this tight little asshole pulsate around my tail.”
That does it. My climax comes from deep in my core with such intensity, I collapse, every muscle in my sex contracting violently.
I want to lie there forever, panting, hiding my face in the crook of my arm, letting the white-hot pleasure ebb away slowly… but Krav has other ideas.
