Painstakingly slowly, he slid the leather through the clasp. My eyes were glued to him as he unbuckled that buttery soft leather,the gentle swish of it mesmerizing. Carefully, he unbuttoned his pants next, one after the other until his dark combat fatigues were fully open. He paused for a moment, and I squirmed, fully naked on my knees.
Would he make me suck his cock next?
I pressed my thighs together, trying to conceal the way my pussy was reacting to this. I felt his power and I gasped when he stroked his palm up and down his cock. I couldn’t see all of him just yet, but there was a definitive bulge beneath his black cotton underwear.
It was big and that made me curious.
“My little female,” he purred.
I didn’t answer him. His dark purple eyes searched mine and when I couldn’t bear it anymore, I glanced back down at his cock.
He freed it from the confines of his slacks, and I sucked in a surprised breath when I finally saw it in all its glory.
Wow.
It wasn’t human. I’d seen my fair share of cocks. It was just a part of life. The men in my camp had been shameless when it had come to changing in front of the rest of us. I’d always tried my best not to look, but I’d seen what they’d looked like both flaccid and erect.
Talyn’s cock looked like none of those.
It was a deep burgundy hue, with several throbbing veins that swirled all around it. It was probably about eleven inches long and sheathed in knobbed scales that gave it an intriguingtexture. He rubbed his palm up and down it and the knobs seemed to grow bigger and then recede, only to return once again.
He pushed himself down and I understood what he meant by his primary cock.
He had a second smaller cock right above the first that looked like more of a tentacle. There were suction cups up and down its length that made my clit pulse and my bottom clench with reflexive nervousness.
“It’s almost time for the last part of your punishment, little one,” he said. “Turn around and put your hands on the carpet. Show me that bright red little bottom and the pussy I’m about to fuck.”
I glanced down at his cock. It was glistening. It looked like he probably wouldn’t even need my own wetness to take me as he saw fit.
I fidgeted anxiously, staring at his two appendages and I opened my mouth, my worries spilling out before I could stop them.
“Your primary cock is going in my pussy?” I squeaked.
“Yes, my naughty one,” he answered.
“Where is the other one going to go?” I whispered hoarsely.
He grinned salaciously. “If you were a good girl, I’d have put you flat on your back and let my secondary cock tease that pretty little clit of yours, but you weren’t a good girl, were you?” he answered.
“No, sir,” I murmured, the ball of fear inside quickly billowing out to consume me.
“You were a naughty girl, Raiza, so my secondary cock is going to be punishing your pretty little asshole instead,” he said boldly, and I knew at once that there wasn’t a possibility of getting out of this. “You’ve already had two of my fingers inside that reluctant little hole and you came quite hard for me. Imagine how it’s going to feel when both your pussy and bottom are full of all of me.”
I stared down at his monstrous alien cock.
“There’s no way. That won’t ever fit inside me,” I whispered fitfully.
He fisted his primary cock in one hand, using the other to stroke up and down the length of his secondary one.
“If you do not turn around and display yourself as you were instructed, little one, I will have to use my belt to mark your defiant backside next,” he threatened, and I cried out nervously in response.
Already, I knew better than to fight him. He was a man of his word, and I wasn’t in any rush to feel the cruel lash of a belt marking my bottom so soon after I’d been so soundly spanked. I turned myself around and pressed my fingers to the carpet.
“Arch your back,” he demanded.
I did, grateful for how my hair was hiding the blush that was seared across my cheeks.
“Your pussy is glistening with your arousal, little one. Your body is ready for me,” he observed, and I cried out as his fingers grazed my hip. I would have tried to crawl away, but he gripped my waist and stopped me in my tracks. His hold on me wasn’tharsh, but it was steady enough to send a message that I wasn’t going anywhere.
