Human Pet Prison (Possessive Aliens #7) - Loki Renard Page 0,55
feel a flush of something like naughty embarrassment rush through me as I am exposed in his gaze.
“Because you’re not trying to pleasure me. You’re trying to escape the pain in my seed.”
“Is that such a bad thing?”
“You are an escapist, Silver. You escape prisons, and you try to run from your pain. You put it wherever you think it cannot find you. But it always finds you, and it always will. You must face it. Not try to hide from it.”
“What would you know?”
The second the question is out of my mouth, I know I should have shut up. He knows just as much about loss and pain as I do. I saw that the first moment I met him. It might be the most fundamental thing which binds us, something that cuts through all the alien differences and makes us somehow the same.
“We are going to find your girl,” he promises, that big clawed hand curling in my hair, tightening to keep me in place. “We are going to save her from Scizzor.”
“What if he has already hurt her? What if he kills her? What if we are too late?”
“I choose to believe that we are not, because that belief allows me to operate from a position of strength. If he kills her, he loses all leverage, and he becomes a pariah among scythkin. There is no greater sin than harming a human. You do not need to worry. She is safer now than she has ever been.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“That does not stop it from being true. You need to trust me, Silver.”
I have never truly trusted anyone. But he is right. If I do not trust him, then absolutely all hope is lost.
He lifts me from my knees and slides between my thighs, the thick cock I sucked in hopes of oblivion pressing inside me alien plated ridges rippling against my tender inner walls as Warden claims me for his own, and delivers me a different kind of escape.
“You want to be free? You want your bloodlines to be free? Then you must submit,” he growls, surging deep inside me, filling me all the way up in one single, powerful stroke. “Really submit. Not pretend to in order to get what you want.”
I let out a half scream, half sigh. This is what Warden does. He makes what should be painful, pleasurable. He takes everything I know about myself and the universe, and he shows me the other side of it.
He fucks me thoroughly. Roughly. He pins me down and he ravages my pussy with hard thrusts which make audible wet sounds echo through the ship. I sucked his cock because I wanted to forget, and now I can barely remember my concerns. They seem minuscule, minor inconveniences as my thighs tremble and my body contorts with the effort it takes to maintain even a semblance of composure before I fall into a screaming animal state of orgasmic release, my pussy gripping his cock desperately as he shoots that seed I wanted to swallow all over my pussy and belly, denying me the high, but giving me everything I need.
Glazed in his juices, I lie back, my legs spread, my pussy puffy and sensitive from his use. I can feel his seed trickling down off my belly, through the mound of down, and over my well fucked cunt. His love making turns me into a filthy wench, entirely without shame.
“Feel better?” He smiles the question down at me.
All I can do is muster a nod. Sex doesn’t solve everything, but it does make a lot of things more bearable.
“We’re going to win this, Silver,” he reassures me.
I have no idea how, but I believe him.
Comeuppances
Scizzor
I am staring at this little human who is mine. She is asleep in the medical bed, recuperating from her lengthy ordeal at the hands of her Galactor exploiters. She is not well. Hermes has told me that if we had not taken her from the Human Pet Farm she may not have survived the week. I have unintentionally saved her life, a fact which gives me very mixed feelings.
I can’t take my eyes off her. Occasionally she stirs and looks at me, and for a moment I feel a blinding connection unlike any I have ever felt in my life. I thought the connection I had with my brood was strong. It is nowhere near as strong as what I feel with the woman who calls herself Eleven.
She shifts