Wednesday, August 9, 2017

F#@king Oracle Pu$$y




As a Monrok, Dag may have stopped aging decades ago, but he has over seventy Earth years under his belt. Seventy years of fighting for and protecting a race of ingrates who could give a shit if he live or die, and he's done. Taking this veran for his own and fucking her into oblivion is his reward for all he's been through.  

“I never thought Monrok would enjoy toying with their prey,” she says, making me chuckle.

“I guess Monrok are mysterious, too.” I press my length against her, fighting the urge to just fuck her to oblivion. I want to make her beg and plead before I take her. I want her to know my power over her is absolute. 

I fist a hand in her hair. Jerking her head to the side, I run my tongue along her vulnerable neck and breathe in the scent of her. “Do you know what I’ve always wondered about?” I glide my hand down her front, enjoying how she sucks in her belly as if to get away from my touch, and cup her sex. “Veran cunt.”

I run my fingers along the silky slit, the moisture beading there the same texture as nhu oil. I check for a hood and find none, so I delve my fingers inside. Her cunt opening is a tight ring, like an asshole that grasps my digits. I explore around the ring, and she hums a harmonious tinkling of sound.

She may not have a clit, but she has a pleasure center. I circle and press the tight ring of her opening while tweaking at the buds of her nipples until she’s panting and that freakish hair of hers wraps around me in strokes and caresses.

“Would you like to know your future, Vera?” I ask at her ear.

“I already know it, Monrok,” she says with grim acceptance.

I pull out my cock and fit it to her opening. “Then you know you’re destined to belong to me?” I cup her throat, squeezing a little tighter with every inch of cock I feed inside her snug cunt. “To be my pet?”

She whimpers, and her blocking is too fine tuned to guess whether in pleasure or pain. I ease my hold on her throat just the slightest, and she gasps for breath. “Yes, master.” Her words drip with condescension.

“How much that must grate on your tongue, to call a Monrok, master.”

In answer, she clenches her internal muscles on me, making my head swim before my cybernetics clear my mind once again. Her cunt is like an accordion, obviously designed for the tapering multi-bulbed Zapex cock. The top ring closes around the head of my cock, milking it like a throat. I try to pull out to thrust, but she has me locked in her clutches.

I squeeze her throat until she writhes, then loosen my grip to allow her air. I love the way she struggles, never once losing the fiery burn in her gaze.

“You think to control me, pet?” And she does. Her cunt contracts on me so tight, my cock threatens to knot. I curse.

Veran pussy is even better than I anticipated.

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I mean to steal the king’s concubines.

The Zapex ruler, King Thaain, has disappeared. He sent one last transmission from his pleasure cruiser before his Monrok guards were left looking at open space. After the rebellion, the crew of the guard ship gave up their search to seek solace on the Monrok new world of Kadeema.

We have reason to believe the king has female human pets onboard his vessel. A crew of six of my brethren and I are manning the abandoned guard ship. We will be traveling deep into Zapex territory. Capture or death is a possibility at every turn. We don’t know if the king’s ship has already been recovered by the Zapex. Nor do we know if this is a trap.
But, for the chance to own human pets...we will risk all.

Publisher’s Note: This book contains dark BDSM elements and a non-traditional spin on a traditional HEA. If such material is offensive to you, please do not purchase this book. If such material excites you, strap in. There’s a good chance you’re going to enjoy reading this story.  

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Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Examining Their Pet



 Fyhn and Ryat are in the medical bay examining their new pet...

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asks with a grin. I shake my head, even though it was awful. “Now we just have to check your uterine implant, and we’ll let you up.”


“I kind of like the idea of taking her like this,” Ryat says, and I shiver, slickness dripping out of me. He chuckles from behind me. “You like that idea too, pet?” I hide my face as fingers circle my engorged clit. I try to close my thighs, but they’re bound open. I whimper in frustration.


“Stop playing,” Fyhn says. “We need to check her implant.”


Something cool slides into me and clicks open, stretching me uncomfortably. I make a sound of distress, and someone pats my flanks, running a soothing hand up and down my thigh. Fingers poke around deep inside me, and I try to moving away, even though I know I’m locked in place.


“Almost done,” Fyhn says, distractedly. The cold object stretching me snaps closed, and slides from my cunt. I sigh in relief, but then slick fingers circle my back hole.


“Have you ever been taken here?” Fyhn asks, and nerves flutter my tummy.


“Only once.” And it hurt nearly as bad as getting my chip removed.


“Then we’d better prepare you.” 




I mean to steal the king’s concubines.


The Zapex ruler, King Thaain, has disappeared. He sent one last transmission from his pleasure cruiser before his Monrok guards were left looking at open space. After the rebellion, the crew of the guard ship gave up their search to seek solace on the Monrok new world of Kadeema.


We have reason to believe the king has female human pets onboard his vessel. A crew of six of my brethren and I are manning the abandoned guard ship. We will be traveling deep into Zapex territory. Capture or death is a possibility at every turn. We don’t know if the king’s ship has already been recovered by the Zapex. Nor do we know if this is a trap.


But, for the chance to own human pets...we will risk all.