“This won’t be as bad as your Reparations Penalty,” he rumbles, groaning a little as I squirm against his erection. “And the more you do that, the quicker this will be over.”
I freeze, processing what he said. Hewantsme to rub against him. This may not just be about punishment. He’s hada lotof grog. The movie definitely stirred up a few things. If this is what he wants, orneeds, I’ll… it could be a lot worse. There’s still a loincloth between us.
“Squirm, little human girl,” he growls, slapping my ass hard enough for me to squeal.
“Ow!” I kick my feet and squirm as the pain registers and some softer slaps come down, more like pats than actual punishment.
“Spitting coffee on a king,” he says, his voice more like a playful scold than anger. He pops my bottom several times. They sting, but they’re not painful. “Even your ancestors weren’t that foolish.”
“I didn’t mean to,” I mewl, rubbing against his cock, feeling it throb through the fur, like it’s caressing my hip.
“I bet those stains will never come out of my armor,” he grumbles, smacking my bottom a little harder.
“Aaiiyy! I’ll clean it!” I say, my hips moving in unison with the harder slaps that pepper my ass.
“That was understood,” he growls, smacking my inner thigh, his finger almost brushing my wet folds.
“You don’t have to spank me to make me squirm,” I whine, moving against him. “You could touch me like you did last night. I promise I’ll squirm the entire time.”
“Humans always put their needs first, don’t they?” he chuckles dryly, smacking my ass a few more times, then stopping. He lightly squeezes the heated flesh, caressing it. “Spread your legs.”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I sniffle, not caring if he said it was unnecessary.
He moves his hand and I let my thighs part, gently grinding my hip against him as I beg for his touch like a human girl, lewdly displayed. I don’t even blush this time. The fire in my core is too hot and desperate.
I wait for a finger, but a second later, he slaps my folds and I squeal, jolting on his lap.
“Noooo! Aaahhh!” I wail, kicking and clawing at his lap, but his hand has me pinned in place. His other is still between my legs, and it keeps my legs open when I squeeze them together.
He doesn’t do it again, and that allows me to breathe.
“Calm down,” he rumbles, finger lightly caressing my folds. “Guess human girls don’t like that. Orc girls do.”
I grimace, groan, then relax my thighs. His finger is calloused, but his touch is almost like velvet against my wet skin. Much gentler than last night. He caresses my folds, teases my clenching entrance, and settles on my clit.
“You just caught me off guard,” I reply softly, moving against his cock while he sends ripples of pleasure through my core. “Just… warn me.”
“Why? Humans rarely listen to warnings,” he chuckles, his finger continuing those slow, maddening circles.
“I barely feel like a human after watching that movie,” I admit, feeling him twitch under the loincloth. “You treated some of your prisoners better than they treat us. Well… in the early part of the war.” We’re apparently chatting as I’m sprawled over his lap and he caresses my most private places.
“Still propaganda. Can’t believe everything you see, hear, or read,” he retorts, spreading me wider so he can see everything. He stares long enough for me to squirm again before he finally releases me. “Now, let’s see what is in the bag.”
He reaches down and picks up the bag, putting it on the bed beside him. I watch nervously as he opens it and removes a collar. The leather appears to be softer than the one I’ve been wearing, and there’s green velvet along the inside, which makes it a lot more comfortable when he puts it on my neck. There are even a few gemstones near the metal ring on the front.
“Does that feel better than the other collar?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper, turning my neck some. “It doesn’t chafe me as much.”
“Good,” he says, removing a leash from the bag and attaching it to my neck. “On your knees. Let’s see if you can walk like a proper pet now that you’ve got a proper collar and leash.”
I swallow against the velvet and slide off his lap, landing on my knees. This is how pets walk? I can’t tell if he actually enjoys this or if he’s just humiliating me because he’s drunk. Strangely, I don’t feel as humiliated as I should. If he wants to keep me as a pet, it’s better than the life I used to have. I’m also even wetter once I’m on my hands and knees with the collar around my neck and King Lix’tuk holding the leash.
King Lix’tuk stands up, holding my leash. He gestures for me to move, then he parades me around the room on my knees. He even makes me crawl across the bed a few times before he finally takes me back to the fur at the foot of his bed.
“We’re not done yet,” he growls, pulling me back across his lap with the leash as he sits down.
“Did I do something wrong?” I whimper.
