The Alien Warrior King's Accountant - Loki Renard Page 0,19

why not obeying isn’t an option. Tyrant always gets his way when it comes to me.

I lean forward over the bed feeling the skirt he magicked onto my body hike up over my hips and thighs. I close my eyes, hoping whatever he’s going to do to me doesn’t hurt.

“You’re still pink,” he growls softly. “I like you pink. I like you hot. I like you wet.”

I feel myself clench and wriggle with sexual anticipation. I am still not sure I believe that this is a necessary process. Tyrant can make a bra that fits me without touching me. I don’t, for a second, believe he needs to take my ass to make me understand alien numbers.

I feel his big, scaled hands on my bare flesh, rubbing lightly over my exposed cheeks and thighs. I enjoy this far more than I should. This is basically a medical procedure. He’s not trying to seduce me. I’m not sure he’s even thinking of me as a sexual creature. These aliens have made no secret of their opinions of humans as lesser creatures.

When he touches me, fire ignites in my veins — not just in my ass. He makes me feel so deeply, primally alive. And deeply, primally embarrassed because now he’s spreading my cheeks and inspecting the tight secondary hole I try not to think about whenever a man is down in that area. A polite gentleman treats a lady as if she doesn’t have an anus, that’s always been my unspoken rule.

He’s breaking it just like he breaks every rule. He’s running his thumbs down the inside of my cheeks, caressing a part of my body that nobody else has ever touched. I’m surprised to feel chills running through my body, cool after the fire, a squirming energy which makes it impossible to stay still even when he sharply commands me to.

“Stay still,” he orders me gently.

“I can’t help it, you’re touching me in a really sensitive pla…AAccEE!” My voice starts to warble as he rubs his thumb right over my anus.

“You have a great many sensitive places, human. You are one little package of pure sensitivity.”

He purrs those words and continues to rub his thumb lightly around that region, caressing my taint, which is not a phrase I ever thought I’d have to think, but here I am thinking how hot it is, and how scared I am to experience what comes after this.

“Your skin is dry. You will need lubrication, or this will be unpleasant. I notice that your other, softer hole is amply wet.”

Does he have to narrate every bit of this? It makes the whole experience so much more humiliating and hotter, humotter? No. Not a word. I’m trying to distract myself, but he is better at distraction than I am.

“This hole does not lubricate as the other one did,” he observes. “I will have to make it wet in order for it to stretch enough to allow the implant…”

I’m not listening. I’m feeling. He clicks his fingers and I know he has manifested some new piece of torment.

Drip… drop… I feel something dripping onto my ass.

The fluid he is drizzling onto my butt has a slight fizzing, crackling sensation across the most sensitive parts of my anatomy. It does not help me stay still. It does not help me think of this as some kind of medical procedure. This is intimate. There’s no denying it. This is sexual. We are having sex. Really weird alien sex. It meets all the technical specifications of sex. I am very aroused, and very confused — so that definitely makes it sex.

“You have gone quiet, human. Very good. This may be the first time you have been obedient since your arrival.”

That’s because I don’t trust myself to speak or move without giving away how into this I am, and also, how not into this I am. I am an internally squirming contradiction. All semblance of professionalism has slipped away, leaving me bent and exposed, legs splayed like an animal in heat.

I think he knows what he is doing. He is not merely preparing me. He is caressing me. He is slowly, deliberately rubbing that lubricant all the way around my anus, teasing the soft flesh which hides the dirty shame of my body.

“Prepare yourself. I am going to insert the device.”

I prepare myself by gritting my teeth and trying to think of something sensible. Something real. Something like not falling in love with the alien king who is trying to