surprising me. “I have loved you from the moment I first saw you. That is how it is for scythkin. When we meet the human who is to be ours, we are instantly bonded. This collar you wear, you might think it chains you to me. But the truth is, I am chained to you, human. I am in your service even more than you are in mine.”
His words are romantic, even gentle, but his next action is pure scythkin. Carnal, abrupt, and demanding.
He presents his cock, that big, thick appendage which punishes and pleasures at the same time.
“Suck me,” he instructs. “But don’t swallow… you’ve not earned that, and I have limited medical supplies to deal with a potential overdose.”
He pushes inside my mouth, gives my lips something to do besides form empty words which don’t do anything to give the scythkin who saved me his family back. Warden has lost everything for me, and what have I given him? Nothing but cheap pleasure.
I take his cock obediently, doing my best to pleasure him. I have done this so many times before, sucked him with my own desire in mind, hoping to taste just a little of that delightful seed which makes me feel so very good. But this is not about me. This is about him, and my pitiful attempts to make amends for that which can never be resolved.
That doesn’t stop me wrapping my lips around his cock and using every trick I know to pleasure him. I know his body better than I have ever known any human male’s. I know that he likes it when I slide my mouth all the way down as far as it can go and envelop his hard rod in the soft, wet flesh of my interior.
Warden lets out a groan, and I feel the full body tremor only I can give him. I have become so proud of that reaction, the pure lustful physicality of it. Scythkin are capable of taking whatever they want, of dominating fiercely and without end. But he doesn’t have to take from me anymore. I will give it.
“Enough!”
He barks the word, making me wonder if I have displeased him. But that’s not the reason he has me pulling my mouth from his erection. It’s because he has other plans for those endless inches of hard flesh.
“I will punish you now, human,” he growls in that lustful tone I only hear when he is going to fuck me. It is tempered now, because he is going to punish me. He is going to use my body to make me pay. And I deserve to pay a thousand times over for what I have done. I knew that when I first arrived at his prison, and I know it more deeply now that he has broken me from my chains and run away with me.
Warden lifts me up in his arms, his hands wrapping around my thighs to tip me forward until my hands make contact with the ground. I brace myself on the floor, entirely upside down as his long, wet tongue runs from my pussy to my ass, lapping both holes he intends to claim. I can feel the vibrations of his snarling, lustful growls running through my flesh with every stroke of that tongue, so agile and so promising of what is to come.
I bite my lower lip to try not to moan out loud. He needs to feel he is punishing me, and I need to feel that he is punishing me too. I need him to hurt me. I need to feel pain.
I do not have to wait long to feel it.
He slides one arm beneath my hips, holding me up with that one limb. I feel the ridges of his body where the blades retract, rubbing against the hidden core of me as he starts to spank me, his palm finding the seat of my ass with harsh slaps which make me squeal and even scream. This is no harmless punishment. This is a proper thrashing, a hard, welting hand whipping across my rear time and time again. I would usually try to hide my reaction, deprive him of the satisfaction, but I no longer want to deprive him of anything. I want him to hear my every whimper and cry.
Warden
My entire brood wants this woman dead. I want her punished. That is the difference between them and I. Well, that and that I love her. But love is not