The Alien Warrior King's Accountant - Loki Renard Page 0,28
between my thighs, snugging up tight on one side of my lips and then the other. He is putting my sex on display, making it the center of my attention and his. I feel the tape holding me close, containing me, describing the edges of my body and my experience.
When he is done with me, I can barely move. I can wriggle a little, but all that does is make me feel the limits of my experience now that he has secured my feet too, my ankles each tied to one corner of the bed, my sex exposed to him and completely vulnerable to his wicked intentions.
I never understood bondage before. I thought it was something twisted and kinky and kind of weird, but it’s not about that all. It’s about being secure, and it’s about feeling safe. I am entirely contained by this king and his bonds. I can no longer make decisions for myself, not even the little ones.
“I like you like this,” he says, his glowing gaze running up and down my captive, bound body. I can feel my breasts held high by the tape, my nipples pointing toward the ceiling, two pink-tipped little sentinels which he salutes with his tongue until I wail.
“Why?” I gasp as my toes curl. I am so fucking wet. I can feel my desire slicking my inner lips and making the fabric beneath me damp.
“Why what, my perfect little human?”
He drifts his fingers down my midsection, his claws making me tingle, especially the closer he gets to the curls at the top of my thighs. I tighten, every muscle in my lower body getting excited.
“Why are you doing this, when…” It is so hard to form the question in this state where I just want him inside me. It’s too complex for my lust riddled brain. I feel as though I could come right now. I am so close to the verge of climax merely from being bound and tied, touched and licked.
“When you could be doing work? We could be finishing our papers? Submitting to DICK? Does this seem like we are being sinfully unproductive?”
I nod and moan as his claws brush perilously close to my clit. Sinfully unproductive is the perfect term for how I feel whenever I’m not working. It’s as if it is wrong to ever stop.
“Every bit of pleasure, happiness, or joy is stolen from the void from which we escaped, and to which we must inevitably return,” he purrs. “Do not ever think of your enjoyment as being something wasteful. It is the only weapon you have against eternity.”
His big hand clasps my bound wrists, his muscular body rises over mine, and I am treated to the sight of this alien king’s rampant cock trailing down my stomach and then against my soaked lower lips, and then plunging inside me in a powerful stroke which fills me not only all the way to my core, but to my fucking soul.
He takes me slowly, sweetly, with more care than I thought he was capable of. The alien ravaging I expected from him turns into something more passionate, a lengthy caressing of tongue and claw.
My orgasms come one after the other, given by the lapping of his tongue and the thrusting of his cock, first one then the other. He licks me between rounds of copulation, his mouth hot and his tongue agile against my sensitive lips. I have never come this hard or this long before. He has made himself my carnal hero, he has turned my body into a writhing vehicle for pure pleasure.
In the end, I find myself back where I began, lying in his arms, so deeply satisfied and sated I feel as though all existence could end in this moment and I would not care.
“What did we just do?” The question rises to my lips of its own accord. There is something in the human animal which does not allow me to simply take the pleasure for what it was.
“We made love, human.”
“But what does it mean?”
“It means my body and yours joined as one entity for the purpose of mutual pleasure.”
“I know.” I blush, wondering if I shouldn’t even be asking a question like this. Tyrant might not even know what I mean by it. To a lot of men, sex means nothing. It is a physical release, nothing more.
But it didn’t feel that way with Tyrant. It felt as though it meant something. He was as tender as he was