Page 25 of Conquered Pet
“Good girl. Did you come hard for me?”
“Yes, sir,” she sighed quietly.
When she pulled her fingers away from her clit, I wasted no time in freeing myself. I gave her no warning either. I lined the heads of both cocks with her holes and took her in a ferociously rough thrust.
Her body tried to push me out as she screamed, but my secondary appendage slid into her tight little bottom whether she wanted it or not. She whimpered and I enjoyed the sight of her spine arching back and forth as I pushed myself inside her.
I pulled myself out of her and thrust back in, hard. Her inner walls grasped at my primary cock in a desperate ploy to either take me deeper or force me out. Her asshole did the same, but the clenching pressure felt absolutely divine.
She cried out as I began to fuck her. At first, there was a panicked edge to her whimpers, but soon enough they turned to hoarse sounds of pleasurable pain. I fucked her a bit faster, groaning as her body squeezed my cocks.
I gripped her waist with my hands, using them as leverage to increase my speed and the firmness of every thrust. She cried out, and I was very pleased to see that she hadn’t taken her fingers from her clit.
She gasped with desire, making my cock twitch inside her. Her body began to writhe beneath me as I rode her. She squeezed around my cocks, tighter and tighter until they both clamped down hard.
She was already coming for a second time.
I held her down and fucked her harder than I’d fucked her before. I enjoyed the feeling of her viselike grip around my cocks and my balls squeezed tight. My cock throbbed as my hooks descended into her flesh. I groaned and she screamed as they pumped fluid into her. The excretions from my hooks would force her into a third orgasm. It was the first step in my own orgasm and would ensure that she would experience her release at the same time that I found mine.
My secondary cock suctioned inside her bottom, expanding a little as I rode her. For several moments, she moaned, but when my seed surged inside her she screamed with pleasure for me.
I would never,evertire of that.
One spurt of my seed after the next marked her holes as mine. I groaned when I finally finished, allowing my hooks to rescind. I stayed inside her for several more moments so that I could feel the fluttering of her inner walls against me. She trembled with powerful aftershocks.
“You may pull your fingers away from that needy little clit now,” I guided her softly. She gasped and followed my directions, seemingly subdued after getting fucked good and hard.
Perhaps I’d use her this way every morning.
When I was finally ready, I pulled free of her and enjoyed the sight of my lavender-colored seed dripping from her well-used little holes. They were a bit pinker now. I took my finger and tapped her bottom hole several times in an embarrassing spanking that made her squirm. It wouldn’t be painful, but it would remind her that I’d taken that tight asshole twice now.
“Is your little bottom hole sore too?” I asked her and she whined loudly with mortified shame. She buried her face in the comforter and I grinned, knowing that I was getting to her.
“Yes, sir.” Her voice trembled. I left my finger right on top of her bottom hole as a reminder that she was to behave for me.
“Let me tell you what is going to happen next, little female. I’m going to bathe you. You’re going to be a good girl and not fight me unless you want a hard spanking and an even harder lesson here with my primary cock. Then you and I are going to discuss your involvement in the human resistance and what their plans are for my territory,” I commanded.
Her asshole quivered adorably beneath my fingertip.
“Do you understand me?” I pressed.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“That’s my good girl,” I said more gently. She hummed quietly. She probably thought it had been too soft for me to pick up, but my sense of hearing was stronger than hers was by design. She very much enjoyed when I referred to her that way. I would make a note of that for the future when she was obedient for me, at least.
I wound my arms around her waist and lifted her off my bed. Her body was malleable and pliant as I carried her out of the room, and I decided I liked the way her fingers held onto my shoulders.
“No need to be hesitant, my Raiza. Hold onto me,” I whispered, and she wound her arms around my neck a bit tighter. She dug into my back a bit more boldly. I smiled at the feeling, quite enjoying the slight air of possessiveness to it.
I carried her into my bathroom, situating her against me so that I could press my palm over the reader. My big shower powered on, each showerhead pouring down rain from the ceiling. I chose a tropical scent today, thinking that she might enjoy it more than my typical eucalyptus-scented shower. I placed her down on the soft carpet right in front of the glass enclosure and stripped myself completely.
Curiously, I noticed that she was watching me and the look in her eyes was different than it was yesterday.
I wanted to know what that meant.
Steam rose around me as I washed, and her gaze was quiet on my back. I could feel her eyes on me, and I felt my chest tighten with something unfamiliar.
My subordinates did not look at me this way. The people of my city did not look at me this way. They looked at me with deference, or wariness, or the studied blankness of those who had learned to keep their faces still.
