Claimed by the Zandian (Zandian Brides 6)

“Yes, Master.”

Oh, veck.

“That’s right, sweet female. I’m your master right now, aren’t I?”

Stars, I shouldn’t make declarations like that. I can’t be her master, but in this moment, I don’t give a flying veck about any of that. All that matters is that I’m master of her body. Master of this moment. Master of the pleasure about to happen between us.

“Yes,” she breathes. She grips my horns—I don’t know how she knew to do it, but now I’m the one filling the room with a growl as they lengthen under her touch. “Oh!” Her little syllable of surprise gets me even harder. “D-do you like that, Tarek?”

Oh stars. “Veck, yes, little human. Squeeze them tight!”

She does and pre-cum leaks from my throbbing cock. I lick into her pussy, showing my appreciation with each sweep of my tongue, each flick, with the penetration of one thick digit.

“Tarek, Tarek, please,” she whimpers.

I veck her faster with my finger, sucking on the nubbin of her anatomy known to make human females wild.

“I want you inside me,” she cries out hoarsely.

I can’t move fast enough. I’m up and spearing her with my erection in a flash, swallowing her scream with a hard kiss.

She’s tight—so vecking tight—so I stop and let her get used to my size.

“Is this all right, little human?”

She answers by reaching for my horns again, alternating squeezing first one then the other. I can’t help myself, I thrust into her like a rutting beast. Every stroke sends shivers up my spine, heat across my skin. She’s so small and pliable, so eager, it turns me into a wild animal. I brace my hands on the floor beside her head and pump into her with enough vigor that she bounces on the mat.

“Who’s your master now, little human?”

“You are,” she cries out. “Tarek! Oh please!”

I wish I had more finesse. I want to work her nipples more with my mouth, or somehow be sure she receives maximum pleasure, but I’m lost. Lost to her scent, the openness of her soft form, the incredible sounds she’s making beneath me.

My balls tighten. Heat spikes at my tailbone. I can’t hold back any longer. With a roar, I come, spurting my seed into her and I continue to pound.

She wraps her small legs around my back and stills my motion, tugging me deep inside her as she comes, her muscles squeezing and releasing around my cock. I stay inside her, my dick twitching as our mingled breath slows. Then I drop with a groan to my side and ease out.

I yank off my tunic and use it to wipe my cum from her legs.

She gasps. “It’s rainbow-colored!”

I don’t know what that means. Logically, I do, but I’ve never seen a rainbow. “Do you like it?” I ask softly.

She runs her finger between her labia and lifts it up. “It’s beautiful,” she whispers.

I chuckle and settle beside her. “You’re beautiful.”

“I’m not,” she says. “I’m quite plain, actually.”

I catch her jaw and turn her face toward mine. “You’re beautiful,” I say firmly. “I may not be able to see you, but I know. And a Zandian never lies.”

My sensors show the corners of her mouth lift in a smile and I’m stunned by the corresponding joy that fills my chest.

Strange how these humans can affect the Zandians’ normal stasis.

Zina

We lie together, the soft light streaming down on us lying on the training mats. This time the beams are delicate and soft, teasing my skin and him, and I only feel contentment. Not just from the phenomenal orgasm, but this feeling—being safe in a beings’ embrace, it’s the most amazing sensation I’ve ever felt.