He fitted the gun over her other nipple and shot the stud through. She bit her lip against the cry it drew from her and tasted a drop of blood.
Lundric’s nostrils flared as if he smelled it. He attached the end crystal onto the stud then sucked her lower lip into his mouth in another long kiss. “Hold your hair up,” he rasped when he pulled away.
She lifted her hair back from her face, and he pierced her earlobes, sucking each into his mouth first.
“One more. Lie on the bed and spread your legs.”
Her heart thumped. He’d been serious about piercing her clit. She bit back the protests and questions that sprang to the tip of her tongue. She had to show Lundric her trust. This ritual held meaning to his species, and she wished to honor it.
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Lundric’s cock was ready to explode. Nothing could be more beautiful than the sight of Cambry lying back on the cot with her knees open. Her breath came in quick pants, lifting and lowering her beautiful peach-tipped breasts.
He fit another stud in the piercing gun and dropped to his knees in front of the cot, unable to resist giving her a bit of pleasure first. He parted her labia and drank in the sight of her pretty little flower. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You, Lundric.” She didn’t even hesitate.
“That’s right,” he growled and lowered his head between her knees. He traced his tongue along the inside of her innermost lips, making her jerk and gasp. The fresh tattoo on her back must be rasping against the cot, but she didn’t complain. She grasped his horns, and he groaned, cock swelling painfully against his uniform pants.
He suctioned his lips over her clit, sucking hard. She squeezed both his horns, rubbing her thumbs over the tips as she pumped.
Somehow, he mustered enough willpower to pull away. He picked up the piercing gun. “I’m going to pierce the hood, not the actual clitoris.” He pinched the flesh between two fingers.
She jerked and moaned at his handling of her most sensitive bundle of nerves.
He inserted the flesh between the jaws of the gun and pulled the trigger, sending a horizontal bar through the hood. He affixed the end crystal and sat back to admire his handiwork. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “You’re a Zandian now.”
“Yes,” she murmured, looking half-drunk. Her cheeks had flushed a charming shade of pink.
“No sex until it heals,” he announced, chuckling at the shocked outrage on her face. “Don’t worry, little human, I can still veck your ass.”
A wariness crept back into her demeanor, but she sat up and arranged herself on her hands and knees on the cot.
Her willingness to give herself any way he demanded moved him. The power she’d given him affected him more than any drug, more than any crystal, more than sunlight itself.
He stood and plucked her from her place on the cot, sitting and arranging her over his knees. “A spanking first. For scaring the veck out of me in that battle.”
Again, no protest from his female, although she’d always enjoyed her spankings. He ran his hand over her smooth skin, noting the faint marks still there from the whipping he’d given her the week before. “Does this still hurt?”
“No. My skin marks easily because I’m a redhead, that’s all.” She struck a reassuring tone, like she was afraid he might hold back.
“Good. Because I love spanking this ass, especially now that it has my name tattooed above it.” He began a steady pace of slaps, watching her ivory skin turn light pink then dusky rose. He spanked until she squirmed and her breath quickened, then he leaned over and planted a kiss on each cheek. “Sweet little human.”
He reached for the bottle of oil and rubbed it all over her reddened ass, giving it a few more slaps to show her how much more it could sting. “On your knees, beautiful,” he murmured, helping her into position on the bed.
He coated his cock with the oil and massaged a generous amount into her anus. “Open for me.” He pushed the head of his dick against her back entrance and held a steady pressure until she relaxed for him. “Good girl.” He wedged his cock into her tight hole and gripped her nape as he eased in.
Her back bowed, and she panted, the tiny mewls on her exhales driving him mad. “You look so vecking beautiful like this.”
Her laugh came out in a sob, and his cock drove deeper, prying her open.
“Do you like having my cock in your ass, Cambry?” He eased back and slid in once more, going slowly because he recognized how challenging the position was for her, felt the tremble of her body, and heard the whoosh of her breaths as she worked to accommodate him.
He gave a low laugh as he repeated the slow pump. “You don’t know whether to say yes or no, do you, little female? You know I’ll give you pleasure, but I’m also going to work you hard for it, aren’t I?”
She gave a long, wavering moan.
“Am I right?”