Human Pet Prison (Possessive Aliens #7) - Loki Renard Page 0,41

the fundamental difference. I believe in justice, punishment, and rehabilitation. Prison and punishment are meaningless if there is no forgiveness in the end. That is why I am making her beautiful ass red. When this is over, this one final act of punishment, she will be forgiven. For everything.

Every time I spank her, her legs part and flail and I am treated to the sight of the wriggling wet holes I have already licked perfectly clean for my conquest. There is the pretty, flowery one, where she loves to take my cock, and there is the other one. The tighter, dirtier, one is yet to be claimed, but I will claim it today. I will take her thoroughly and roughly, and when we are done, we will both find resolution.

Silver

I yowl, squeal, and squirm while his palm continues to turn my ass into a molten mass of flesh. I know he could do so much worse than this. I know he could destroy me completely, but he’s being very careful to use only as much of his power as I can take, to thrash me as a human, punish me as the woman I am. Hot flares rush through me, making my inner walls tighten, my pussy squeezing against nothing as I kick and wriggle and try not to moan. There are tears in my eyes, tears which are encouraged by the ongoing torrent of slaps, more of them than I have ever endured before, each and every one jolting me against the ridges of his body, threatening to push me toward an orgasm I absolutely do not want to have. It feels wrong for my pussy to be throbbing, for my clit to be humming with need, every nerve in my body wildly sensitive as this punitive alien gives me what I should have been given years ago - a damn good, long, hard spanking.

“I’m sorry!” I cry out, knowing he doesn’t care about the word, but having to say it anyway. I want him to know how badly I feel for all I have done, for hurting those who did not deserve it, even if they did. Scythkin are evil, but so am I.

He growls and ignores my apology, just as I knew he would, but a moment later, he stops spanking me and instead moves his hands to my hips, palming my hot, welted ass. I can feel the tips of his claws against my tender skin, grazing with impressive lightness as he lifts me into a new position - one where I am exposed and spread for his cock.

Warden pushes inside me in one long stroke, not waiting to see if I am ready. He knows I am. He can no doubt see and smell what I can feel, a flood of wet arousal between my thighs, a direct result not only of his licking, but of my reaction to being punished. The sound which emerges from my mouth as his cock stretches me open is almost feral. There is so much pleasure rushing through me, mixing with my contrition and tears, giving me an intensely mixed experience.

Warden slides in and out of me a few times, almost lackadaisically. He is not fucking me with intention. He’s getting his cock wet and lubed for his next conquest.

He pulls free and pushes against my ass.

“Relax,” he says. “This doesn’t need to hurt, but it will if you fight it.”

I have never been taken like this. I feel the head of his cock pressing against the tightness of my anus, and though I struggle to relax, there’s no real relaxing when an alien is going to fuck your ass because you ruined his life.

I bite my lower lip and try not to whimper as he slips in slowly, making me spread by slow degrees. He pushes forward and then pulls back just a little, keeping me in that same upended position, going as slowly as he needs to in order to completely conquer my ass.

There's a sensation of incredible tightness and then release as the ring of muscle guarding my rear gives way and he plunges deep inside me, claiming me fully, using the mucus of my sex and the natural lubrication of his cock to slide thick and hard inside me.

“Tight little ass,” he growls. “You look so good, my pet. Your ass is amazing. I should have done this before. I should have done it the first time I had you in my grasp.”

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